| From this day on, I own my father’s gun
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| We dug his shallow grave beneath the sun
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| I laid his broken body down, below the southern land
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| What I’d do to bury him where any Yankee stands
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| I’ll take my horse and I’ll ride the Northern plain
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| Wear the color of the grey’s and join the fight again
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| I will not rest until I know the cause is fought and won
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| From this day on until I die, I’ll wear my father’s gun
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| I’d like to know where the riverboat sails tonight
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| To New Orleans, well that’s just fine, alright
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| 'Cause there’s fighting there and the company needs men
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| (Oh, woah)
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| Slip us a rope and sail around the bend
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| As soon as this is over, we’ll go home
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| Plant the seeds of justice in our bones
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| We’ll watch the children growing and see the women sewing
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| There’ll be laughter there when the bells of freedom ring
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| I’d like to know where the riverboat sails tonight
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| To New Orleans, well that’s just fine, alright
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| 'Cause there’s fighting there and the company needs men
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| (Oh, woah)
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| Slip us a rope and sail around the bend
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| Oh, I’d like to know where the riverboat, riverboat sails tonight
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| I’d like to know where the riverboat, riverboat sails tonight
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| Mmm, I’d like to know where the riverboat, riverboat sails tonight
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| 'Cause there’s fighting there and the company needs men
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| (Oh, woah)
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| Slip us a rope and sail around the bend |