Killed myself when I was young
 With my fingers on a poison gun
 'Cause I had [bad word] back new
 Wanna walk on the ocean blue

 And I'm gonna leave this town
 With the people all tumbling down
 And my boots on the diamond road
 Behind such a heavy load

 And I [bad word] back someday
 If I do not lose my way
 Don't weep, my girl so [bad word] 
 Let the train whistle cry for you