Holy Irons

歌曲歌詞

Brother on brother lying in the fields

Only the devil is keepin' score your blonde haired boys

Are scattered long these hills picked clean like cotton in

A rich man's war

Lay down your holy irons lay down your guns

And shining bayonets lay down your holy irons it's gonna' be a job

To raise the dead

Got no mansion on

The yonder mount no plantation pillars all in white just a southern boy

Behind a plough swept up like nothin' in a poor man's fight

Lay down your holy irons lay down your guns

And shining bayonets lay down your holy irons

It's gonna' be a job to raise the dead

Farewell cordelia let me hold ya close so

I can remember how it feels if a bullet brings me down before

I make it home ya know that I'll be dreamin' of you still

Yes I will

Little soldiers all in blue and grey every one of us a' bleedin' red

And when this broken body falls away

We'll all lie down in the same earthen bed

Lay down your holy irons lay down your guns

And shining bayonets lay down your holy irons

It's gonna' be a job to raise the dead lay down your holy irons

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