THIS IS THE HOUR
by Jimmy Rankin


Rain was fallin hard on the prairie
Stretchin' out as far as eyes can see
There was a freight train riding low
Low as you can go
Crossin through the mountains to BC

We left home back east, a friend and me
hopped on what they called a harvest line
We were heading for the west
hopin for the best
fate took him in a Beaut, Montana mine

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Send me all your love in a letter
Gimme all the news from the coast
These are troubled times you see
Don't turn your back on me
This is the hour that I need
The most

You didn't get the money I sent to you
It was in a note i mailed to you last fall
Do you think the old man ever misses me
does he even think of me at all

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Some of them left for the money
Some of them ran from the cold
Some of thenm were chasing down dreams that they had
Other were simply running

Rain was fallin hard on the prairie
Stretchin' out as far as eyes can see
There was a freight train riding low
Low as you can go
Crossin through the mountains to BC

***Chorus***