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From the recording Boulevard
Train I’m On
If you could ride this train I'm on
you wouldn't miss your happy home
it wouldn't take too much to make you wander
out here where the wind is free
and there's nothing much but you and me
and a whole wide world to discover
(chorus)
you might hear the sound of people crying
laying down a lifetime, they've quit trying
feeling everything they love won't be long
if you could ride this train I'm on before it's gone
If you could walk this road awhile
You might know a naked mile
With nothing but the feeling of these mountains
Before they strip them down for ore
And pave them over for department stores,
With room for parking cars and marble fountains
If you could meet a man I know
stormed the beach at Anzio
and his right arm's torn into patriotic pieces
he's got a son who can't come home
til he's ready to say he was wrong
to quit on Vietnam and follow his Jesus
like an engine on a rusted track
we're hiding all our folks way out back
we're a one way railroad going nowhere
People say we've lost our time
this old country's past its prime
there's no room left for a man to move in
and can we ever wash it clean
of all the sadness that we're seeing
there's nothing left but you and me to believe in