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 color 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