VERSE: 
D 
He rode the rails since the Great Depression 
                         A 
Fifty years out on the skids 
He said "You don't cross nobody 
                              D 
You'll be all right out here kid." 
 
VERSE: 
D 
Left my family in Pennsylvania 
                              A 
Searchin' for work I hit the road 
I met Frank in East Texas 
                                      D 
In a freight yard blown through with snow 
 
VERSE: 
D 
From Mexico to Colorado 
                   A 
California to the sea 
Frank he showed me the ropes sir 
                                  D 
Just till I could get back on my feet 
 
VERSE: 
D 
I hoed sugar beets outside of Firebaugh 
                                           A 
I picked the peaches from the Marysville trees 
They bunked us in a barn just like animals 
                                  D 
Me and a hundred others just like me 
 
VERSE: 
D 
We split up come the springtime 
                     A 
I never seen Frank again 
'Cept one rainy night he blew by me on a grainer 
                                                 D 
Shouted my name and disappeared in the rain and wind 
 
VERSE: 
D 
They found him shot dead outside of Stockton 
                           A 
His body lyin' on a muddy hill 
Nothin' taken, nothin' stolen 
                          D 
Somebody k*llin' just to k*ll 
 
BREAK: 
D           A                                          D 
Late that summer I was rollin' through the plains of Texas 
           G               D 
A vision passed before my eyes 
          A              D 
A small house sittin' trackside 
          A                              D 
With the glow of the savior's beautiful light 
 
D              A                 D 
A woman stood cookin' in the kitchen 
               G                 D 
Kid sat at a table with his old man 
       A                  D 
Now I wonder does my son miss me 
         A              D 
Does he wonder where I am 
 
VERSE: 
D 
Tonight I pick my campsite carefully 
                        A 
Outside the Sacramento yard 
Gather some wood and light a fire 
                     D 
In the early winter dark 
 
VERSE: 
D 
Wind whistling cold I pull my coat around me 
                                               A 
Heat some coffee and stare out into the black night 
I lie awake I lie awake sir 
                       D 
With my machete by my side 
 
VERSE: 
My Jesus your gracious love and mercy 
                             A 
Tonight I'm sorry could not fill 
My heart Like one good rifle 
                                D 
And the name of who I ought to k*ll