.His Daddy was a simple man, just a red dirt Georgia farmer>
And his Momma spent her young life having kids and baling hay
He had fifteen years and an ache inside to wander>
So he hopped a freight in Way cross and wound up in L.A.
Lord, the cold nights had no pity on a Way cross, G.
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