My Father's Gun
From this day on I own my father's gunWe dug his shallow grave beneath the sunI laid his broken body down below the southern landIt wouldn't do to bury him where any Yankee stands
I'll take my horse and I'll ride the northern plainTo wear the color of the greys and join the fight againI'll not rest until I know the cause is fought and wonFrom this day on until I die I'll wear my father's gun
I'd like to know where the riverboat sails tonightTo New Orleans well that's just fine alright`Cause there's fighting there and the company needs menSo slip us a rope and sail on round the bend
As soon as this is over we'll go homeTo plant the seeds of justice in our bonesTo watch the children growing and see the women sewingThere'll be laughter when the bells of freedom ring