The Southside Choir Boys - Catching Out

Not many men these days
Can live the old free life
With nothing but a pickle pack
Riding suicide in the night
Not playing songs to get paid
Never turn down a home cooked meal
Maybe get a quart of rye
Or a couple rollies to get you through

In my dreams I'm finally free
Catching out with ol' Woody
Phoenix to Boston and back again
Ride these rails til the track ends

There's folks you meet along the way
Folks like you don't see no more
Folks with naught but a prayer
Never utter a negative word
Folks who're used to getting by
On prayers and love of kin
Barely enough for theirselves
Never hesitate to let you in

In my dreams I'm finally free
Catching out with ol' Woody
Phoenix to Boston and back again
Ride these rails til the track ends
Just two men and two old guitars
Living from car to car
If John Law runs us out of town
Don't worry we'll be back around

Written by:
Joseph Thompson

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