East Side of Sorrow

Eighteen years old, full of hate They ship me off in a motorcade They said, "Boy, you're gonna fight a war" You don't ever know what you're fighting for I lost friends in the August heat At night it was God I'd always meet I said, "Lord, won't you bring me home I got woman in the west I wanna hold" And I lost you in a waiting room After sleeping there for a week or two Doctor said, he did all he could You were the last thing I had that was good So I walked miles on the Tulsa streets Lights started beaming in from the east 6 AM and fucked up again Asking God, where the hell He'd been He said the sun's gonna rise tomorrow Somewhere on the east side of sorrow You better pack your bags west Stick out your chest And then hit the road The sun's gonna rise tomorrow Somewhere on the east side of sorrow Don't give it a reason to follow Let it be, then let it go Let it be, then let it go Heard your brother lost his mind in the city last fall Was it his blood, or his conscious, or the alcohol? Did the navy do him well or did he wind up sick Like every other brave boy from these run down sticks? Do you ever get tired of singing songs Like all your pain is just another fucking sing along? If you ever get the time come on home I heard Turnpikes back together and they're writing songs He said the sun's gonna rise tomorrow Somewhere on the east side of sorrow You better pack your bags west Stick out your chest And then hit the road The sun's gonna rise tomorrow Somewhere on the east side of sorrow Don't give it a reason to follow Let it be, then let it go Let it be, then let it go