Where No Heart Goes Hungry

As a young man, I journeyed from my home in the mountains
To reap from the city what my dreams had there sown
Behind me I put the hard rock of tradition
Thinking the city sprang up from rich loam.

[CHORUS] Back home to the loving embrace of my family
I’ll flee from this turbulent world to find calm
Where no one’s a stranger and no heart goes hungry
Where wounds to deep to heal receive balm

Adventure I sought and adventure I found
In the arms of a woman and the grip of the gin
When my pockets soon emptied I robbed the next mail train
No gain from the deed beyond my mounting sins

[CHORUS]

In prison farm work I found some redemption
I done served twelve years, I ‘ve just eight years more
I’ll walk out of here twenty years older
Than the young fool who yearned for adventure before

[CHORUS]

Women and liquor and riches on mail trains
Are the fruit of the seeds of a restless young mind
No field or mine or mill can compare
With the hardships of life serving prison farm time.