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