text: He rode the rails since the Great Depression
  Fifty years out on the skids
  He said You dont cross nobody
  Youll be all right out here kid
  Left my family in Pennsylvania
  Searching for work I hit the road
  I met Frank in East Texas
  In a freight yard blown through with snow
  From New Mexico to Colorado
  California to the sea
  Frank, he showed me the ropes, sir
  Just until I could get back on my feet
  I hoed sugar beets outside of Firebaugh
  I picked the peaches from the Marysville trees
  They bunked us in a barn just like animals
  Me and a hundred others just like me
  We split up come the springtime
  I never seen Frank again
  Except one rainy night, he blew by me on a grainer
  Shouted my name and disappeared in the rain and wind
  They found him shot dead outside of Stockton
  His body lying on a muddy hill
  Nothing taken, nothing stolen
  Somebody killing just to kill
  Late that summer, I was rolling through the plains of Texas
  A vision passed before my eyes
  A small house sitting track-side
  With the glow of the saviors beautiful light
  A woman stood cooking in the kitchen
  Kid sat at a table with his old man
  Now I wonder, does my son miss me
  Does he wonder where I am?
  Tonight I pick my campsite carefully
  Outside the Sacramento yard
  Gather some wood and light a fire
  In the early winter dark
  Wind whistling cold I pull my coat around me
  Heat some coffee and stare out into the black night
  I lie awake, I lie awake, sir
  With my machete by my side
  My Jesus, your gracious, love and mercy
  Tonight Im sorry could not fill
  My heart like one good rifle
  And the name of who I ought to kill