They are rumors and ghosts
The men that hide in the trees
The devil's in their eyes
Or, at least, the fire they breathe
They curl crooked fingers
'Round splintered guns that sneeze
And blow out your candle
With a flint flavored breeze
There's a blackbird who is smiling
As if he knows something I don't
Flashes of snakebite lightning
From their guns strike below
Shale and shadows
Worn boots move too slow
As I fly up this hollar
Their Springfields deal a blow
I thought I'd die for this flag
Now I don't know that I feel the same
As I lie on this mountain
I pray to The Unknown
God, where are you?
God, where are you?
God, where are you?
I need you to carry me home
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