Another sun drinks down the Kansas sky, Sleepin' near mile post 21 tonight, Where many a young man has bled out and cried. As that soggy midwest sun goes down. Guthrie and ghost dances light up the plains, Etched in to every passin' freight train, You can feel the echoes of their songs, As that soggy midwest sun goes down.

Pitch your tent neath the mount of Olives One more time my brother, There ain't enough booze in this town to wake us up yet. Up on 1st & Main we lost our Saviour, Crucified on those railroad veins, And the boxcar demons ground his soul away. They ground his soul away. We lost Judas in his needle, Peter to the army call, Now it's just us sons of thunder left neath' this hill. Up on 1st & Main we lost our Saviour, Crucified on those railroad veins, And the boxcar demons ground his soul away. They ground his soul away. We had the money tucked inside his wallet. Paid for with our bloody hands, For some place so far way. too far away. Up on 1st & Main we lost our Saviour, Crucified on those railroad veins, And the boxcar demons ground his soul away. They ground his soul away. Let's go down to the river to pray.

There is a house in New Orleans, They call the Risin' Sun. And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl, And I, oh god. am one. I'm goin' to tell my baby sister, Don't do like I have done, Go on and shun that house down in New Orleans, They call the Risin' Sun. If I had listened to what my mama said, I'd not be here today, But I was such a young and foolish girl, I let a gambler lead me astray. I'm goin' bsck to New Orleans, My race is almost run, I'm goin' back to spend the rest of my life, Beneath that Risin' Sun.

Sing me a song about the broken hearted. Sing me a song across this tired land. For I've seen many a face, Set my boots to many a place, Wantin' nothin' more than to be free. Steppin' out with guitar 'cross this frigid country, You get told all the chains you have to cut to be free. Watchin' wild-boned heroes makin' mistakes, And if the cops don't pick us up maybe we'll see. Now as I set my gaze upon the West, Bury that fear deep within my chest, On the highway you lose track of your home, And what it means to be alone, What does it mean to be alone?

I've been trying to write a song for way too damn long about all the things I've seen, Angels in the byways and devils on the highways and you and me, Stuck somewhere in between. Help me lay down a piece of my troubled mind, Lay it down, and help me find what's right. Got a friend down in the Valley, who like Paul said is a human trampoline. And he bounces and he tumbles trying to figure out what this life may mean, But he seeks not for Graceland, and Elvis couldn't save his precious soul, It's not for the heroes, but the beggars and the outcasts of Rock & Roll. Help me lay down a piece of my troubled mind, Lay it down, and help me find what's right. My daddy was a worker, grew up neath a south Nevada sky, When I see him now I swear I still see the desert in his eyes. Out there the sky is big enough for the mountains and the stars to collide, And in this faint astrology I think I see my father's pride. Help me lay down a piece of my troubled mind, Lay it down, and help me find what's right. Remember in the Rockies, camped beneath those wild peaks, And the glory of the sunrise, frozen in Livingston with the humble & the meek. But the goal always evaded me, laying out our bedrolls in the grass, And all the wisdom you tried to teach me just leaked through my ears like the tinkling of silver & brass. Help me lay down a piece of my troubled mind, Lay it down, and help me find what's right. One night in New York City I hopped upon a jet plane to the East. With this I did intend to face all the things I've faced the least, And if I know one thing I must find within myself what is enough. Whether shackled to a freight train or my heart deep in the soil, I know I will find love. Help me lay down a piece of my troubled mind, Lay it down, and help me find what's right.

In the pines, up the hill, where it's peaceful and still, Where I left you, how I loved you. Linger close to thoughts that kill. When I said I'd never leave you I laid it on the line, Some say the heart 's just a muscle dyin' in its' time. Well that ain't mine, That ain't mine. Come what may, may it come, I'll be right where I belong, When I die, bury me, Where it's rainy and green. When I said I'd never leave you I laid it on the line, Some say the heart 's just a muscle dyin' in its' time. Well that ain't mine, That ain't mine.

We'll gather round the river, Where we've met a thousand times before, We'll gather round the river, Neath' that cold & rocky mountain shore. The early dew of summer, All the soggy leaves in the fall, The endless rains of winter, And sometimes I swear it seems there's never any spring at all. I can feel that sweet, crisp air, Bitin' at my neck, I can hear your voice tuggin' at my heart strings, Callin' me again. We'll gather round the river, On those clean baptismal shores, We'll gather round the river, Where we've met a thousand times before.

In the West, there's no home for your heart, So you might as well just drop where you are. There's no hope in fightin', No hope in dyin', Might as well give up your arms. From rusty ol' Buffalo to Santa Cruz shores, There's just no room anymore.