Rail-tie worker, I´ve been layin´ ties on cold ground
But I´m leavin´ this evenin´ on the same tracks I laid down
There´s some boys out in Jersey that are callin´ me out by name

I got a reason to believe I ain´t glory-bound anyway

And if you´re readin´ this letter tell my mother and my brother that I love ´em
He´s got the better blood of my old man and our cousins
But he made a bad deal with some boys out on Oak Island
And if he don´t pay they say they´re bound to find him

But if I find ´em on that island first
The worst is yet to come
´Cause no blood in the mud I´s raised in
Spent life on the run

And I went to Jay´s tavern and it happens that them boys were there

Recognized his backside from the color of our mother´s hair
And my brother found another way to make himself a decent little livin´
He turned around and found himself a lickin´ only blood could give him
And I told him I was there to keep him clear of that island
He said, "I love you Mickey, but I found out that I´m them"
And I got bad blood with some blood out on Oak Island
And if he stays I say I am bound to find him

But if I find ´em on that island first
The worst is yet to come
´Cause no blood in the mud we´s raised in
Spent life on the run