a lot in my time [ choir ] I've been a soldier and I've been a rambler I once thought that everything was fine I've hoed in the cornfield I've picked in the cotton
Who'd heal our sins Then herod told his guards To follow those Magi And that the only king around here Was gonna' be him Then he told his soldiers
' through their blood When the day was finally over Those left were wadin' through a crimson flood To think I could be right here In the spot where some young soldier
hounds to blow me down. [chorus of waifs:] blow me down. [soldier:] on this stretch of ground i'll lay me down. [chorus of waifs:] lay me down. [soldier
his hounds to blow me down. chorus of waifs: blow me down. soldier: on this stretch of ground i'll lay me down. chorus of waifs: lay me down. soldier
this is not only therea??s but our America the white man made it this way, we never asked for the slavery days but we still paying for cotton t-shirts
, she moved like a liquid Through the boys of Mason City Had every Gatling gun slinging soldier Every grease monkey, every Walter Mitty She finally settled on some corn husker With cotton
to get wit this You was there when i needed you I remember writing letters on the road i wanna be wit you I know we young and we got time Little soldiers
stable mate With nerves of ice we flew at apogee No creativity allowed To pass through stainless veins of steel at apogee Apogee Apogee, put the kettle on Tight lipped, soldier
, I've lived a lot in my time I've been a soldier and I've been a rambler Once thought that everything was fine I've put in the cornfields, I've picked in the cotton
swinging in a tre TOWNSPEOPLE: The tall pines and the red clay The blue skies and the dogwood trees A man can grow his cotton And his crops OLD SOLDIER
it seem effortless Let those who make the exodus seekin' the North beacon From beatin' and hog-eatin', from punishment all season From hands cracked and bleedin' cotton
sick of these ducks on my hiatus Poking out their chest like they tall as sky scrapers But they small as a shanty in a African village Soft as cotton
Pre A In the fire blue forests, faded and forgotten I crawled through the cotton fields, picking for cotton D The overseer sneered, his whipping was
The year was 1859 We ran deep in the souther pines 'Neath that Alabama Clay Charlie and Johnny were brothers in blood Nothing stronger than family love The cotton
Reverend: My sons, absolutes, and friends I like the idea of being a soldier, in the army of the lord (continues preaching) Arch rivals We got the kingston
we stand and divided we fall Oonu see the coming of Jah, Jah it id not very far Him nah go drop out a sky like a falling star Nor appear like a soldier
pretending anymore No, it?s over Where I?m going I don?t know Somewhere down this dusty road North on 441 Pass the rolling cattle fields the trailer parks, and rusted cotton