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Nobody Knew His Name

	Well a man in a Cadillac used to come around here
	Looking for a long black train
	Said his baby left town with an Engineer
	Cut across the midnight rain, boys
	Straight across the midnight rain
	Now everybody said he'd been in Vietnam
	When he was pretty young
	That's when buddy got killed when his rifle jammed
	Now the fighting ain't never done, boys
	Now the fighting ain't never done.
	Red tip while the cigarette glowin'
	Windows up against the rain
	Night so dark, there was nothing else showin'
	Nobody knew his name, boys
	Nobody knew his name
	Sheriff run him off once in a while
	But he would be right back
	With a cup of coffee, an old newspaper
	Sitting by the side of the tracks, boys
	Crying by the side of the tracks
	He'd try to keep from turning the tables
	Hired walking horses out at Suffolk Downs
	But there was always some whiskey back at the stables
	If you knew where to look around, boys
	If you knew where to look around.
	Red tip of a cigarette glowin'
	Windows up against the rain
	Night so dark, there was nothing else showin'
	But nobody knew his name, boys
	Nobody knew his name
	Slinging Pizza and Beer
	Down at Waterfront Park
	Handicapping dogs for the clientèle
	A different pick for each one
	Yeah, it didn't matter who won
	Somebody gonna tip him well, boys
	Somebody gonna tip him well
	Well they found him in his Cadillac car
	Out behind the old farm store
	He was sitting there like we was going somewhere
	And he wasn't coming back no more, boys
	He wasn't coming back no more

	Well a man in a Cadillac used to come around here
	Looking for a long black train
	Said his baby left town with an Engineer
	Cut across the midnight rain, boys
	Straight across the midnight rain
	Now everybody said he' d been in Vietnam
	When he was pretty young
	That' s when buddy got killed when his rifle jammed
	Now the fighting ain' t never done, boys
	Now the fighting ain' t never done.
	Red tip while the cigarette glowin'
	Windows up against the rain
	Night so dark, there was nothing else showin'
	Nobody knew his name, boys
	Nobody knew his name
	Sheriff run him off once in a while
	But he would be right back
	With a cup of coffee, an old newspaper
	Sitting by the side of the tracks, boys
	Crying by the side of the tracks
	He' d try to keep from turning the tables
	Hired walking horses out at Suffolk Downs
	But there was always some whiskey back at the stables
	If you knew where to look around, boys
	If you knew where to look around.
	Red tip of a cigarette glowin'
	Windows up against the rain
	Night so dark, there was nothing else showin'
	But nobody knew his name, boys
	Nobody knew his name
	Slinging Pizza and Beer
	Down at Waterfront Park
	Handicapping dogs for the clientè le
	A different pick for each one
	Yeah, it didn' t matter who won
	Somebody gonna tip him well, boys
	Somebody gonna tip him well
	Well they found him in his Cadillac car
	Out behind the old farm store
	He was sitting there like we was going somewhere
	And he wasn' t coming back no more, boys
	He wasn' t coming back no more