Tom Barrett

He was waiting for a better time To tell her he'd be gone It was blowing up a storm that night And something about it just seemed wrong So, he waited 'til the morning came With lightning all around It broke his soul, and he let her go And split for that tore-up town All these roads Coulda swore that they closed And all these towns Woulda swore they fell down Tom Barrett was a killing man From the 21st platoon Started out in a heavy tank Tearing down the mountain dunes And the pilot guards would laugh and say "We see you're back again" Said I tell ya if they had their way They'd send me just to fight the wind And all these roads Coulda swore that they closed And all these towns Woulda swore they fell down And this life is getting old I never see no peace On the day I turned 41 I was crawling up a ditch in Greece About to end a man When they stopped me at his heels Never knew how they handled him And don't guess I ever will He sits alone with a local guide Amongst the plow machines Pushing piles Through miles and miles Rubble like you've never seen He said, I'd tell 'em that I've had enough But no matter where I went They'd have me caught Before the sun came up Tamed and ready to repent And all these roads Coulda swore that they closed And all these towns I woulda swore they fell down