East Bound Train Heading South

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    East Bound Train Heading South

    (A Hobo's Prayer)

    Well, sometimes I wonder how much this ol’ world can hold
    Is there room for one more, lonely and broken soul?
    When it’s filled up to the top, oh Lord, will it finally stop?
    Or, will the whole damn thing, just one day overflow?

    And sometimes, I think about the things, that I used to have,
    A wife and kids and that job, it weren’t too bad.
    And I wonder why they all had to fade away,
    Like an old forgotten song, that I’d forgotten how to play.
    Was it because I was in the right, or was I in the wrong?
    Or was it ‘cause, I was born to sing a lonely hobo’s song?

    So, one day I thought about jumpin’ on a train,
    Since I was always hearing one, rolling through my brain.
    And sometimes, I think I might go, on down to that track,
    To let that ol’ freight train, run across my back.
    Or, sometimes I think I might go down to the river,
    And drown myself, instead of just my liver.
    But, Jesus says he’s coming and he’s going to save my life,
    I surely hope he hurries ‘fore I take it with a knife.

    I woke up on an east bound freight, but I know I’m headed south,
    Since I lost the wife, the kids, the car, the bank accounts, the house.
    To try to forget all my sorrow, all the tears and all the pain,
    I spend all of my money on cheap whiskey, strippers and cocaine.
    I sleep in rolling boxcars, under bridges and in the rain,
    And Lord, I know that the truth is I’m the only one to blame.

    Jesus I pray to you, of all the things that I’ve lost,
    If just one I could get back,
    Oh Lord my soul, instead of this ol’ hole, grown cold, empty and black.

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    mlea commented on East Bound Train Heading South

    07-01-2009

    Indeed a cold empty feeling, so many out there now and all have a different story, diferent circumstances. You have captured it also well, the suffering, the regrets, well done.mlea

    BluesPreacher

    07/05/2009

    Thank you mlea, this was one of my favorite ones to write. I think it takes a look through someone elses eyes and puts the reader in their place. And may also remind them, we all have the same Father

    To have great poets there must be great audiences too.

    Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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