Down The Tracks

Walking the rails, sorting my thoughts

Not knowing what's ahead, a battle never fought

A Vietnam Vet now on my own

Just looking for work as I roam

Rails of Ice, frosted ties

Wondering where my next meal lies

This time of year, the holiday seasons

The steps I take, I take for a reason

One day soon, maybe the town ahead

Hoping for shelter, maybe a bed

Being proud accept nothing for free

Hard labor offered a meal is my fee

Past memories of family good times for sure

All just vanished after the war

I am not the same man most will say

Asking me to leave, not welcome to stay

So I'll continue to travel these lonely tracks

Keeping my pride, never looking back

As each day grows longer, I soon will find

Those who realize, I have committed no crime