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This reminds me of how Chris train hopped to get to a place in Cochelle in California. " I took the train all the way down into cochelle."

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Crazy, but that's how it goes
Millions of people living as foes
Maybe. it's not too late
To learn how to love, and forget how to hate

Mental wounds not healing
Life's a bitter shame
I'm goin' off the rails on a crazy train
I'm goin' off the rails on a crazy train

I've listened to preachers,
I've listened to fools
I've watched all the dropouts
Who make their own rules
One person conditioned to rule and control
The media sells it and you live the role

Mental wounds still screaming
Driving me insane
I'm goin' off the rails on a crazy train
I'm goin' off the rails on a crazy train

I know that things are going wrong for me
You gotta listen to my words, yeah, yeah

Heirs of a cold war,
That's what we've become
Inheriting troubles,
I'm mentally numb
Crazy, I just cannot bear
I'm living with something that just isn't fair

Mental wounds not healing
Who and what's to blame
I'm goin' off the rails on a crazy train
I'm goin' off the rails on a crazy train

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This reminds me of when Chris was dropped off by a well known fishing spot in gulf of California. "The truck driver left a famous place to fish".

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Got up at dawn just to be out on the water
Weather man said hot and gettin' hotter
But he didn't say nothin' bout it rainin' like hell (Oh well)
A bad day of fishin' beats a good day of anything else

Had a big one on and man I woulda got 'im
But he took my pole straight down to the bottom
Leavin' me with nothin', but a big ol' story to tell (Aw hell)
A bad day of fishin' beats a good day of anything else

We should probably go to work, I mean everybody does
Instead of sittin' out here in the middle of nowhere workin' on a pretty good buzz

Didn't catch a damn thing, guess you could say we took a lickin'
Tonight's fish fry is gonna taste like chicken
But we did just fine, if I do say so myself
A bad day of fishin' beats a good day of anything else

We should probably go to work, I mean everybody does
Instead of sittin' out here in the middle of nowhere workin' on a pretty good buzz

Didn't catch a damn thing, guess you could say we took a lickin'
Tonight's fish fry is gonna taste like chicken
But we did just fine if I do say so myself
You know a bad day of fishin' beats a good day of anything else
You know a bad day of fishin' beats a good day of anything else
That's right.

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This reminds me of when Chris got a job in vegas.
"I lied to my co workers about where I lived."

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Tumble outta bed and I stumble to the kitchen
Pour myself a cup of ambition
Yawn and stretch and try to come to life
Jump in the shower and the blood starts pumpin'
Out on the street the traffic starts jumpin'
With folks like me on the job from 9 to 5

Workin' 9 to 5, what a way to make a livin'
Barely gettin' by, it's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind and they never give you credit
It's enough to drive you crazy if you let it
9 to 5, for service and devotion
You would think that I would deserve a fat promotion
Want to move ahead but the boss won't seem to let me
I swear sometimes that man is out to get me!

They let you dream just to watch 'em shatter
You're just a step on the boss-man's ladder
But you got dreams he'll never take away
You're…

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This reminds me of how Chris used the canoe to travel down the Colorado River. As soon as I got back to California, the first thing I did was buy a canoe"

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Paddlin' down the michigan
Catchin' all the fish I can
Breathin' holy air in my canoe

Groovin' down superior
Takin' taboos easier
Talkin' with the lord in my canoe
Send me no pillows I can dream on

I've seen all the nightmares I can bear to see
Gotta find the river to your kingdom in my canoe

Many moons on erie lake
Not a bottle of beer to break

Heaven knows I try best I can do

Maybe lake ontario
Gonna take me where I hope
Got to find the lord in my canoe

Paddlin' down the michigan
Catchin' all the fish I can
Breathin' holy air in my canoe
Send me no willows I can weep on
I've done all the crying I can bear to do
Lookin' for the tributary to your kingdom
In my canoe

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This reminded me of how Chris McCandless in the beginning ran from life to nature. " I left all the envelops at the post office."

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Go back to you woods by Robbie Robertson

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Go back to you woods by Robbie Robertson

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Hide in the bayou under the gun
Been to the house of the rising sun
Come down here trying to make a connection
Must have a bad sense of direction

Go back go back to your woods
(Go back go back go back to your woods)
Go back go back go back to your woods
(Go back go back to your woods)

Carry a torch and an old stiletto
The sound of thunder all over the ghetto
One-eyed jacks and king with the axe
Come from the wrong side of the tracks

Go back go back to your woods
(Go back go back go back to your woods)
Go back go back go back to your woods
(Go back go back to your woods)

When the night goes down on Storyville
If the women don't get ya the music will
Catch a thrill

You come down here in a four piece suit
Pork pie hat and the alligator boots
Keep jerking rabbits outta your hat
Now can ya pull a disappearing act

Go back go back to your woods
(Go back go back go back to your woods)
Go back go back go back to your woods
(Go back go back to your woods)

When the night goes down on Storyville
If the women don't get ya the music will
Get your thrills

Go back go back go back to your woods
Go back go back go back to your woods
Go back go back go back to your woods
Go back go back go back to your woods

Go back go back to your woods
(Go back go back go back to your woods)
Go back go back go back to your woods
(Go back go back to your woods)

Back to your woods

***?Names of various Mardi Gras Indian groups?***
Going downtown all turned around
Before we came into this world
We came from a far off land
And now we are here to tell the story

And we comin from way back, way back
We got fire on the bayou,
Injuns here they come
From the reservations
Here they come, here they come
Injuns here they come