Line of crosses in the path
The wire highway of the telegraph
On a sea of prairie snow
Like a picture of long ago
verse 2
And I was riding on the wheel
I was thinking on the past
Looking out across the fields
Watching people turn to photographs
And every sailor knows the truth
About the anchor and the chain
Got to hold them close to you
If you don?t want to drift away again
Every gyspy knows the way
Like the buttons on his vest
And the sun lies down before you
Out on the big east west
verse 3
In the silo up ahead
The golden promise of the sun
Grinded into your daily bread
Bring it home to your loved ones
verse 4
Once in every now and then
When you get back from the wars
You turn around and you?re gone again
To that wide open shore
And every sailor knows the truth
About the anchor and the chain
Hold them close to you
If you don?t want to drift away again
Every gyspy knows the way
Like the buttons on his vest
And the sun lies down before you
Out on the big east west
On the big east west