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You're just like that louse that skipped out on me, if there's anything that's worthless it's a man who won't stick around to face the music
(Trembling) And if I'd been Joe Mackey I'da skipped out on ya tooThat was the smartest thing he ever did
Take sides against your sister
What the hell was in it for him, he had all the good out of youTears of anger and guilt form in his eyesHe blinks them back, and glares at herIt's bad thing when family fights like animals
What about the mines? (He feels himself weakeningSomeday you know just how bad you be tonight, by God
A man's got to get outHe's trapped in a hole here(This once, it gives him no relief

In 1931 all the long voyages end in a hobo jungle
But the itinerary is various:
Freight trains out of Montana through Nebraska into Iowa
Handouts at farmhouses for a day's work
The harvest and working in a granary
Sleeping in parks, being picked up for vagrancy
When they let him out of the county workhouse he walks back to town, spends the dollar he has made for a good meal and a package of cigarettes, and catches a freight out of town that nightThe moon gives a silver wash to the cornfields, and he curls up in a flatcar and watches the skyAn hour later another hobo drops into his carHe has a flask of whisky and they drink it up and finish Red's cigarettesIn the flatcar lying on his back the sky quivers in time to the clacking and jolting of the train
Jesus, tonight's Saturday night, the other bum says
On Saturday night in his mining town there is always a dance in the basement of the churc