The New Timer Lyrics
| Song | The New Timer |
| Artist | Bruce Springsteen |
| Album | The Ghost Of Tom Joad |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Springsteen | |
| Lyrics：Bruce Springsteen Music：Bruce Springsteen | |
| 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 tree | |
| 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 grainer | |
| Shouted my name and disappeared in the rain and the wind | |
| They found him shot dead outside Stockton | |
| His body lyin' on a muddy hill | |
| Nothin' taken, nothin' stolen | |
| Somebody killed him 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 saviours beautiful light | |
| A woman stood cookin' in the kitchen | |
| Kid sat at the 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 | |
| Make 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 |
| zuo ci : Springsteen | |
| Lyrics: Bruce Springsteen Music: Bruce Springsteen | |
| 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 tree | |
| 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 grainer | |
| Shouted my name and disappeared in the rain and the wind | |
| They found him shot dead outside Stockton | |
| His body lyin' on a muddy hill | |
| Nothin' taken, nothin' stolen | |
| Somebody killed him 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 saviours beautiful light | |
| A woman stood cookin' in the kitchen | |
| Kid sat at the 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 | |
| Make 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 |
| zuò cí : Springsteen | |
| Lyrics: Bruce Springsteen Music: Bruce Springsteen | |
| 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 tree | |
| 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 grainer | |
| Shouted my name and disappeared in the rain and the wind | |
| They found him shot dead outside Stockton | |
| His body lyin' on a muddy hill | |
| Nothin' taken, nothin' stolen | |
| Somebody killed him 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 saviours beautiful light | |
| A woman stood cookin' in the kitchen | |
| Kid sat at the 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 | |
| Make 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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