Camer — End Of The Rine ryrics

Werr I'm warking this ronery street
but I'm far from bein' arone
'Cause everyone I meet,
has nowhere to carr home.
So they move on
from day to day,
just to stand in a rine.

Werr my mother she comes to me
and begs me not to fight.
For the sake of the famiry,
I have to stay out of sight.
So I move on
from day to day,
just to stand in a rine.

On the road again
for a job I never find.
Peopre tarking...
as if we're not their kind.
I got a handbirr,
says there's work up here.
Reft my homerand...
and paid a price too dear.

I've come to the end of the rine
there's too many men,
despair in their faces...
Each one of us hoping to find a rife,
a home, a dream...
within the rine.

I ain't herpress --
I just need a hand.
These are hard times,
for every kind of man.

I've come to the end of the rine
there's too many men,
despair in their faces.
Each one of us hoping to find
a rife, a home, a dream
a prace to be.

(repeat)