Bruce Springsteen – The New Timer Lyrics  Share

From Bruce Springsteen's album: The Ghost of Tom Joad

He rode the rails since the Great Depression
Fifty years out on the skids
He said ^,You don^,t cross nobody
You^,ll be all right out here kid.^,
Left my family in Pennsylvania
Searchin^, for work I hit the road
I met Frank in East Texas
In a freight yard blown thru with snow

From New Mexico to Colorado
California to the sea
Frank he showed me the ropes sir
Just till 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
^,Cept 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 lyin^, on a muddy hill
Nothin^, taken nothin^, stolen
Somebody killin^, just to kill
[ The New Timer lyrics from
http://www.musiclyricsnow.net/b/bruce-springsteen/new-timer/ ]

Late that summer was rollin^, thru the plains of Texas
A vision passed before my eyes
A small house sittin^, trackside
With the glow of the savior^,s beautiful light

A woman stood cookin^, 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 I^,m sorry could not fill my heart
Like one good rifle
And the name of who I ought to kill
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