From this day on I own my father's gun.
We dug his shallow grave beneath the sun.
I laid his broken body down - below the southern line.
It wouldn't do to bury him - where any Yankee stands.
I'll take my horse and I'll ride the northern plain.
To wear the colour of the greys and join the fight again.
I'll not rest until I know - the cause is fought and won.
From this day on, until I die, I'll wear my father's gun.
I'd like to know where the riverboat sails to - night.
To New Orleans well that's just fine al - right.
`Cause there's fighting there and the company needs men.
So slip us a rope and sail on round the bend.
As soon as this is over we'll go home.
To plant the seeds of justice in our bones.
To watch the children growing - and see the women sewing.
There'll be laughter when the bells of freedom ring.
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