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 colour 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 wear my father's gun