Friend of All the World

Smoke stack smoke stack, I long to get back, Down a long road, Cuts through the pines, Smoke stack smoke stack, I long to get back, All these pulp mill towns, Aren't for mine Smoke stack smoke stack, My wheels were on track, But like a long and slow

Two lone men, Standing on a road, A line that's cut out of the wild, One turns in, throwing down his load, Said I've been wondering for miles, Why was I dealing out my time? 2AC rumbles as it goes, Red and clay and dust for miles, Sunflower stalks be