Master's shotgun we've just outrun;
This was hard-won;
And I can feel the thrill of daylight
Filtering through the briers.

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With the men stowed on the railroad 
We steal away to the moon.

Don't harbor illusions of what fate may hold;
And for me, tomorrow's out there, I've got to have air.

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Beat the blood hound, 'cause I'm north-bound;
Steaming the way to the sun;

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I cry for my brothers who didn't get through;
In my heart, constantly pray for the day
When they may ride these marvelous rails,
Without the fear of gallows
Or the jails.