The New Timer
Bruce Springsteen
SONG: THE NEW TIMER ARTIST: BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN ALBUM: THE GHOST OF TOM JOAD TAB BY: DON CZARSKI EMAIL: THE NEW TIMER BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN INTRO: ---------------------------| ---------------------------| D -2h4-------2h4-2---4p2-0---| ---------------------------| ---------------------------| VERSE: 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." VERSE: 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 VERSE: From Mexico to Colorado California to the sea Frank he showed me the ropes sir Just till I could get back on my feet VERSE: I hoed sugar beets outside of Firebaugh I picked the peaches from the Marysville trees They bunked us in a barn just like animals Me and a hundred others just like me -----------------------------| -----------------------------| D -2h4-------2h4-2---2h4p2-0---| -----------------------------| -----------------------------| VERSE: We split up come the springtime I never seen Frank again ’Cept one rainy night he blew by me on a grainer Shouted my name and disappeared in the rain and wind VERSE: They found him shot dead outside of Stockton His body lyin’ on a muddy hill Nothin’ taken nothin’ stolen Somebody killin’ just to kill -----------------------------| -----------------------------| D -2h4-------2h4-2---2h4p2-0---| -----------------------------| -----------------------------| BREAK: 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 savior’s beautiful light A woman stood cookin’ in the kitchen Kid sat at a table with his old man Now I wonder does my son miss me Does he wonder where I am -----------------------------| -----------------------------| D -2h4-------2h4-2---2h4p2-0---| -----------------------------| -----------------------------| VERSE: Tonight I pick my campsite carefully Outside the Sacramento yard Gather some wood and light a fire In the early winter dark VERSE: Wind whistling cold I pull my coat around me Heat some coffee and stare out into the black night I lie awake I lie awake sir With my machete by my side VERSE: 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