Billy Jack Washburn

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From Maine to San Francisco, for 
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years, I rode the rails

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Coast to coast, and border to 
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border, I've been in about every 
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jail

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One night around the Golden Gate, 
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I caught a freight, and layin' in 
the bottom of the boxcar was a man

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Named Billy Jack Washburn


Through the rain and the wind the 
train was flyin', I knew the man was
 layin' there dyin'

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I had to try and save a man, with 
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nothin' but my two bare hands and I
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 did


He was just a kid


Verse 2:

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Now me and Billy Jack, we laid 
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around a few hobo camps for awhile

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'Til Billy Jack got his strength 
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back, and the sunshine gave him 
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back his smile

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We decided we would leave, and 
head on down to New Orleans, and we 
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did


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Me and the kid


But things weren't like they were 
before, I never had a friend jumpin'
 from the door

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I treated him like I was his dad, 
and gave him everything I had, which
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 was nothin'

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Just the love for a friend, and a 
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friend he was, 'til I lost him


Bridge:

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Billy Jack Washburn was his name

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I lost him down around 
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Jacksonville, when he fell from the 
train

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I rolled off, and I hit the ground

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I picked his body up and carried 
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him all the way back to town

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He was a friend of mine


Verse 3:

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Now here I am, in Macon, Georgia,
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 to help lay Billy Jack in the 
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ground

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And by the way, Macon, Georgia, 
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is my hometown

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When I picked his billfold up, I 
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saw a picture of his mama and her 
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name


And I cried like a baby

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'Cuz his mama, and my mama were 
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the same

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Well I haven't been home in 
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twenty-six years, and when I do 
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come home, it has to be like this

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Sometimes old lady fate, she 
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deals a terrible kiss


Bridge 2:

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Billy Jack Washburn was his 
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so-called name

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I lost him down around 
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Jacksonville, when he fell from the 
train

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But I lost more than a friend

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I'll never see my brother again