Robert Coleman Trussell: Music

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Hell Across the Tracks
Music & lyrics by Robert Coleman Trussell
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Some folks ain't born pretty
Some folks ain't born smart
Some folks ain't never gonna have a
Hit song on the chart
Some folks ain't born holy
Some folks ain't born brave
Some folks ain't born with souls
Anyone can save

Oh there's hell across the tracks
And people suffer there
But since we live in heaven
We don't need to care
But if we lost our heaven
And could never get it back
We'd learn to love the damned
In hell across the tracks

Some folks are just born desperate
Some folks are just bad news
Some folks might kill for a chance
To take a walk in both your shoes
Some folks gotta jump boats to freedom
Do anything for a job
Maria better learn the lingo
Roberto better change his name to Bob

I was born on the white side
Never had much to fear
Never ran low on fries or burgers
Never ran low on premium beer
But then I moved away to the city
Learned about being broke
Got drunk on wine singing diddy-wah-diddy
Pretty damn funny
Pretty good joke