Hobarts

Lay back in the tall grass
Last night I called home
I walked down to the railyard
And the misty great elm
Heaven showed me her mercy
Threw my bag inside
On the old number seven
I watched the sun rise
I hear that bull coming
I pray he takes heed
My visions of mother
Are all that I see
That bull up in Cleveland
Gave me a broke arm
Dear Lord let him spare me
I wish him no harm
My breath full of cinders
The wind blows me cold
The sounds of that freight train
In my body are old
Twenty-three years now
I've not seen my home
Tomorrow is Christmas
And she's all alone
--- Carolina
I'm wishing her back
Across two thousand -- miles
Of standard guage track
One last sip of whiskey
To warm these old bone
We just hit Kentucky
In daylight I'm home