My Father`s Gun

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 land 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 color 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 tonight To New Orleans well that`s just fine alright `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