Hell I Once Called Home

I take a train from the hell I once called home
I take a train from the hell I once called home
I hope to find a place on the roam
Where the judge won't have her way
And the fairgrounds light the bay
And the troubles of my past have gone to lay

I left my folks in the pleading mist of morn
Oh, I left my folks in the pleading mist of morn
They blend their tears out in the storm
And their coattails ride the haze
Of a misty lifeboat gray
Where the waves of time break through their humdrum days

I told my friend he was the only good I saw
Oh yes, I told my friend he was the only good I saw
'Cause in my head there's a break in the law
Where the outlaws run the place
And my history invades
And the angels fly right past my shoulder blades

I take a train from the hell I once called home
Oh, I take a train from the hell I once called home
I hope to find a place on the roam
Where the judge won't have her way
And the fairgrounds light the bay
And the troubles of my past have gone to lay
But the hell I once called home is calling today



Credits
Writer(s): Brett Jeremy Schwartz
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