Sunday, May 24, 2015

A Memorial Day Bouquet




We'll Sleep Tomorrow

Hold my horse, dear Nina
He’s choked by the sun
All day we been fightin’
And I’m tired of the run

The gold handled saber
Has blood on the hilt
The blade, it shines
Like the day it was built

The muskets weigh heavy
On the shoulders of Abe
We’ll sleep tomorrow
In a shallow mass grave

Hold my horse, dear Nina
I’m parched by the sun
My ears are ringin’
From the noise of the guns

The road runs crimson
With the blood of good men
No wagons to carry them
No comfort from friends

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