Turning like a hurricane
Sleep inside this junkyard train
It's cold and I'm loosing my covers
She won't take me any further south
Than Gary Indiana blues
I never learned the easy out
Cracklin' chain and silver spoon
I shot a man for stealing food
He got caught with his gun on the table
Mother quit your cryin' now
Think of the sisters and brothers
Who never learned the easy out
Dancing to the midnight moon
A snowflake in my whisky too
Hear a knock on the door
And some screaming
The eviction man is in town
Here's to the sisters and brothers
Who never learned the easy out
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