Potter's Field from Mongoose by Mead Lake's Most Wanted

Potter’s Field

I connected the coasts
Workin’ the railroad
A cog in the industrial machine

And I made the most
Growing up on the road
Though my life on the streets was mean

My daddy’s name on Ellis Isle
Though his legacy’s forgotten now
Just a poor immigrant worker

One day I’ll be buried in a potter’s field
A potter’s field
A potter’s field
With a headstone that bears no name

I tilled the fields
Prepping soil for wheat
My back ‘neath the sweltering sun

Slaughtered steer for their meat
My hands growing real weak
I worked till my wages were won

My mama died on the boat
All my life I’ve been on my own
Strugglin’ to make my way

One day I’ll be buried in a potter’s field
A potter’s field
A potter’s field
With a headstone that bears no name

I worked the line
Canning foods for long shelf life
The blisters they riddled my hands

Left my job for a dream
Headed west on a steam engine
Planted my flag in some land

God, shed your grace on thee
And upon my pilgrim feet
I call America my own

One day I’ll be buried in a potter’s field
A potter’s field
A potter’s field
With a headstone that bears no name

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