Letra de The New Timer - Bruce Springsteen
Letra de canci�n de The New Timer de Bruce Springsteen lyrics
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 through 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
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Somebody killin� just to kill
Late that summer I was rollin� through 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
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 through 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
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/the-new-timer-bruce-springsteen.php
Somebody killin� just to kill
Late that summer I was rollin� through 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
