DOWN THE TRACKS
Walking the rails, sorting my thoughts
Not knowing what's ahead, a battle never fought
A Viet Nam Vet now on my own
Just looking for work as I roam
Rails of Ice, frosted ties
Wondering where my next meal lies
This time of year, the holiday seasons
The steps I take, I take for a reason
One day soon, maybe the town ahead
Hoping for shelter, maybe a bed
Being proud to accept nothing for free
Hard labor offered - a meal is my fee
Past memories of family good times for sure
All just vanished after the war
I am not the same man most will say
Asking me to leave, not welcome to stay
So I'll continue to travel these lonely tracks
Keeping my pride, never looking back
As each day grows longer, I soon will find
Those who realize, I have committed no crime