Alela Diane - The Rifle

Oh I've been knocking on that door in my sleep Fight my fireplace glow I've been knocking on that door in my sleep Fight my fireplace glow to keep me away, To keep me away from home Papa gets the rifle from its place above the French doors They're coming from the woods Oh they're coming from the woods And mama you're running too Oh my mama you’re running too Mama you're running too Oh my mama you’re running too Brother I'm so sorry that you watched the Patens burn And I've been holding onto the gold When letting go would free my hands And I've been tying your tongue in a knot Oh I've been tying your tongue in a knot To wrap this death, to wrap this death in a sheet And Papa gets the rifle from its place above the French doors They're coming from the woods Oh they're coming from the woods And mama you're running too Oh, my mama you're running too Mama you're running too Oh, my mama you're running too Brother I'm so sorry that you watched the Patens burn I can't hide the dirty pads down there carpet anymore No, no I can't hide the dirty pads down there carpet anymore There were too many heavy boots There were too many heavy boots There were too many heavy boots And there were too many big black boots And there were too many little brown shoes marching though So I'm counting it to the sky Oh I'm counting it to the sky I'm counting it to the sky Oh I'm counting it to the sky And moving back Oh I'm moving back to Face the lack of home