doug burr - revolution son blues lyrics
i fell on my own bayonet
call me the very first son of connecticut
i could_a left it to my brothers, but my brothers were dead
i could_a left it to the others, but them tories went red
freezin’ and starvin’ – starvin’, freezin’ instead
we ain’t soldiers, just a bunch of hungry necks
we marched through danbury where the fires had burned
crossed tom’s river ferry too starved to say a word
i walked for three days just to join to these ranks
i could handle a rifle ‘good as any yank
they call me son of thunder, simon thunder_tongue
said i’m young and foolish, but at least i’m young
annie, oh annie, do you miss me yet
last night we got whiskey, but we got no bread
i’m a son of revolution don’t ask me again
you’ve heard it before – it’s the howlin, howlin wind
don’t tell my family – they’ll think i’m dead
i just fell on my own bayonet
all you pretenders get away from my bed
i’ll be ridin’ out tonight on a pair of new legs
i’m gonna break through the front, like a jack_rabbit i’ll run
i got a secret deep down, down the barrel of my gun
they call me son of thunder, simon thunder_tongue
said i’m young and foolish, but at least i’m young
i’m a son of revolution don’t ask me my name
you’ve heard it before – it’s the comin’, comin’ rain
i fell on my own bayonet
call me the very first son of connecticut
i could_a left it to my brothers, but my brothers were dead
i could_a left it to the others, but them tories went red
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