Oh Ive been knocking on that door in my sleep Fight my fireplace glow Ive been knocking on that door in my sleep Fight my fireplace glow to keep me away, To keep me away from home Papa get the rifle from its place above the french doors Theyre coming from the woods Oh theyre coming from the woods And mama youre running too Oh my mama your running too Mama youre running too Oh my mama your running too Brother Im so sorry that you watched the paintings burn And Ive been holding onto the gold When lettin go would free my hands And Ive been tying your tongue in a knot Oh Ive been tying your tongue in a knot To wrap this death, to wrap this death in a sheet And Papa get the rifle from its place above the french doors Theyre coming from the woods Oh theyre coming from the woods And mama youre running too Oh, my mama youre running too Mama youre running too Oh, my mama youre running too Brother Im so sorry that you watched the paintings burn I cant hide the dirty pads down there carpet anymore No, no I cant hide the dirty pads down there carpet anymore There were too many heavy boots There were too many heavy boots There were too many heavy boots And there were too many big black boots And there were too many little brown shoes marching though So Im countin it to the sky Oh Im countin it to the sky Im countin it to the sky Oh Im countin it to the sky And moving back Oh Im moving back to Face the lack of home
Posted on: Sat, 11 Oct 2014 10:57:01 +0000
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