Cherry Poppin' Daddies Follow

Cherry Poppin' Daddies
Kids On The Street
Luther Lane
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, the missing part of me

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; i got good and drunk for luther lane

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

Cherry Poppin' Daddies
Kids On The Street
Luther Lane