From this day on I own my father´s gun We dug his shallow grave beneath the sun
I laid his broken body down below the southern land It wouldn´t do to bury him where any Yankee stands
I´ll take my horse and I´ll ride the northern plain To wear the colour of the greys and join the fight again I´ll not rest until I know the cause is fought and won From this day on until I die I´ll wear my father´s gun
I´d like to know where the riverboat sails tonight To New Orleans well that´s just fine alright `Cause there´s fighting there and the company needs men So slip us a rope and sail on round the bend
As soon as this is over we´ll go home To plant the seeds of justice in our bones To watch the children growing and see the women sewing There´ll be laughter when the bells of freedom ring