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The Call
(Mark Barker)
I saw you
strike out on the highway
Your thumb was sticking in the wind
You never knew that I was watching
I saw that old road suck you in
We never
talked about your leaving
I guess we knew it all along
Some men were made to follow daydreams
Some men will sing a ramblin’ song
Chorus:
Every
hobo hears the call
When he’s backed up against the wall
You’d
find my grandpa down at the freight yards
They say a boxcar was his home
And when he died I came to see him
As one who chose to be alone
My daddy
tried to raise a family
But gypsy blood was in his veins
There was a sound that used to haunt him
The distant whistle of the trains
Repeat
Chorus
Mother
died back in the winter
Nothing’s left to hold me here
And in my soul I’m feeling restless
The road, she whispers in my ear |
