The Rifle

歌詞

Oh I've been knocking on that door in my sleep Fight my fireplace glow I've 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 They're coming from the woods Oh they're coming from the woods And mama you're running too Oh my mama your running too Mama you're running too Oh my mama your running too Brother I'm so sorry that you watched the paintings burn And I've been holding onto the gold When lettin' go would free my hands And I've been tying your tongue in a knot Oh I've 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 They're coming from the woods Oh they're coming from the woods And mama you're running too Oh my mama you're running too Mama you're running too Oh my mama you're running too Brother I'm so sorry that you watched the paintings burn I can't hide the dirty pads down there carpet anymore No no I can't 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 I'm countin' it to the sky Oh I'm countin' it to the sky I'm countin' it to the sky Oh I'm countin' it to the sky And moving back Oh I'm moving back to Face the lack of home