Lincoln's Train [Acoustic]

Passing Through These Ruins,
Mr. Lincoln's Train Going By
Spilling Smoke Into These Bloody Fields
All The People Stood And Cried

Our Tears Are The Same Colour
We Can All Hold Hands And Mourn
But Me, I'm Still Asking Myself
Why I'm Not Any Freer Than I Was Before

Mr. Lincoln, Are You Free Now?
Was It Worth What It Finally Cost?
If I Had Something To Believe In
Oh, I Could Bear This Endless Cross

I Got No Home, They Sold My Family
I Got No Job, Ain't Got No Vote
Them Books, They're All Mysteries To Me
Can't Read Or Write - I Got No Hope

The Train, It Just Keeps Rolling
Cold As Steel And Dark As Night
It Don't Give Me No Answers, No, No
It Don't Pay Me No Mind

And The Scenery Just Keeps Changing
But These Folks, They Just Stay The Same
Same Old Fearful Eyes Are Staring
Asking Me To Take The Blame For Their Shame, For Their Shame