I pulled into Nazareth, was feelin' about half past dead;. I just need some place where I can lay my head.. "Hey, mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?".
Virgil Caine is the name and I served on the Danville train. 'Til Stoneman's cavalry came and tore up the tracks again. In the winter of sixty-five. We were hungry just barely alive.