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You Don't Need Your Gun
 

 
They call this place
The valley of death
But it's my only home
And all I have left

When the war came to our farm
We hid behind the cellar door
Until alll the guns silenced
But the smoke still hung in the air

A dead Union soldier
With a fatal wound to the gut
His hands still clutching that gun
Just like he forgot

We dug a shallow grave
And prayer to the Lord above
A wooden cross in the smokey air
We buried him right there in that mud.

Somebody's father
Somebody's son.
Some red blooded
Woman's only one

You can rest here
Your work is done
Go on to Heaven, brother
Where you don't need your gun

These West Virginia hills
Won't ever be the same
I can see blood running
Down the the valley

A thousand bullet holes
In the walls and trees
And we're glad for wounded
Who died in their sleep

Somebody's father
Somebody's son.
Some red blooded
Woman's only one

Boy, you rest now
Your work is done
Go on to Heaven, brother
You won't need your gun

Young Todd Carter
Fought beside those Union men
But caught a bullet in the belly
He laid up three days in my bed

Mama cried out loud
When he shivered hard at the end
The angels took him home
to Jesus, I reckon

He was my brother
My father's son
My poor dear mother's
Beloved one

Brother you can rest here
Your work is done
Go on to Heaven, my brother
You won't need your gun

Go on to Heaven my brother
Where you don't need your gun

By Mike Mezz

© 2019 Mike Mezz (All rights reserved)

 

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