Luther Lane Songtext

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Luther Lane Songtext
Buried in a field of crosses
The ghost of an American son
Seventeen at Vicksburg when he heard
The thunder of the guns

And his friends were all there with him
When they laid him beneath the frost
The preacher said, "The brotherhood of battle
Is always greater then the cause"
Nightmare of blastin' light
Ashes in the wind
I couldn't find him to say goodbye
He was my only friend

All the kinfolk met the train
That carried Luther Lane
I had a few in his name
I got good and drunk for Luther Lane

Six white horses pulled the carriage
The band played 'Nearer My God to Thee'
And all the children were starin', Luther
At the missing part of me

I got an all of a sudden taste for whiskey
As I was cold and it was gettin' late
I know I shouldn't have done it
But I nicked a buck off the collection plate
Gendarme, he grabbed my arm
And dragged me off to jail
I'm sittin' here one-legged, Luther
I know you woulda posted bail

All the kinfolk met the train
That carried Luther Lane
I had a few in his name

You sure did make it tough
For Job and me, my Lord
Two bodies fell as one
Casualty of war

I shoulda gone down under
The ground with all the corps
When you've survived enough
It's not enough for some, Lord I know

All the kinfolk met the train
That carried Luther Lane
I had a few in his name
I got good and drunk for ol' Luther Lane

For ol' Luther Lane
Ol' Luther Lane
For Ol' Luther Lane
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