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Boxcar
Cary Ann Hearst
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Michael Trent
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Well ain't it just like you and me
To go down like that?
Bleedin' out in a boxcar,
Shot in the back.
We were all outta luck,
All outta time,
Law was waitin' for us at the end of the line.
Any minute now,
We knew we were gonna have to decide.
Take a fat chance and come out gunnin',
Get out now and try to keep runnin'
Down south,
'Till she said, "Hey, hey, cut the rope,
There's no way I'm gonna let 'em get us both,
So don't stop runnin' 'till you reach that coast,
Let your pretty mama go up in
Smoke."
Comin' out of the harbor was simple and new.
Clean as clear water,
You can see straight through.
But in that old dust bowl,
When money got low,
It was all we could do to keep a nail in the floor.
It showed on her face,
You could tell by the lines,
These desperate times.
Pistols strapped and her hair was dyed,
Gonna make her money like Bonnie & Clyde,
We'll be alright.
Until she said, "Hey, hey, cut the rope,
There's no way I'm gonna let 'em get us both,
So don't stop runnin' 'till you reach that coast,
Let your pretty mama go up in
Smoke."
Don't let the sorrow of it get you down,
Change your last name and try your luck around.
And if they ever come to ask about me,
Tell 'em that you knew me
And you kinda liked me.
I ain't afraid to go it on my own,
You can make a run and make it all alone,
You'll be alright.
...
End of the line,
The engine's still burnin',
Just like the wheels,
The hands keep turnin'
Round and round,
'Till time ran out.
She said, "Hey, hey, cut the rope,
There's no way I'm gonna let 'em get us both,
So don't stop runnin' 'till you reach that coast,
Let your pretty mama go up in
Smoke."
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