Emily Singleton: Clips/Lyrics

There was a time of great depression,
an impoverished nation struggled through,
there was a man who drifted aimlessly,
no destination that he knew.

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And he would slip out in the darkness,
under cover of the night.
And he would ride that hobo railway,
until the next town came in sight.

He’d give you love, so he could take it,
then he’d leave you on a whim,
make a promise, then he’d break it,
Tears would not mean a thing to him.

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Rest assured, in times of fortune,
he lived his life just the same,
From job to job, and town to town,
he was a man with no need of a name.

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