Killing Ground

28 Sep 2005

Started out when the leaves were changing
Blood on the railroad tracks
Started out, man I was not stopping
I held a rifle in my hand

All the way through Mingo County
Hound dogs are set on me
My face posted from here to Texas
Felts’ goon squad at my heels

And the law it brings you down
And the law kicks you around
And the law it busts this union town
On this killing ground

I have been too brave, too frightened
I have lost, I have found
Now this town is burned to cinders
My home made a killing ground


Started out when the leaves were falling
Aching heart and itching hand
Started out, man I won’t be stopping
Until we’ve reached the Promised Land