You crawled into that boxcar thinkin' you were alone
Eyes got adjusted to the light and those 50 other souls
Some runnin' from the law some runnin' harder from the Lord
Most lookin' for an honest job to feed the kids back home
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From the drought in Oklahoma to the stockyards of Bakersfield
It's mostly bread you begged for and some sawdust in your meal
The only gold I ever found the only treasure I did find
Was looking into your sweet eyes your body next to mine
How much of this is punishment? how much your own choosin'?
How much got set in motion when the garden fell to ruins?
Would you be my brother and sister? we all sure could use a home
The pride of man may stand tall for a spell ah, but no one goes at this alone
There's so little we walk out with and there's so much to be lost
Seems to me it's easy to see where all cut from the same cloth
So you crawl into that boxcar thinkin' yer alone
Let your eyes rest with a hallowed-ness on all those other souls
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