Lyrics :


Oh I've been knocking on that door in my sleep
Fight my fireplace glow
I've been knocking on that door in my sleep
Fight my fireplace glow to keep me away,
To keep me away from home

Papa get The Rifle from its place above the french doors
They're coming from the woods!
Oh they're coming from the woods!

And mama you're running too
Oh my mama you're running too
Mama you're running too
Oh my mama you're running too

Brother I'm so sorry that you watched the paintings burn
And I've been holding onto the gold
When lettin' go would free my hands
And I've been tying your tongue in a knot
Oh I've been tying your tongue in a knot
To wrap this death, to wrap this death in a sheet

And Papa get The Rifle from its place above the french doors
They're coming from the woods!
Oh they're coming from the woods!

And mama you're running too
Oh, my mama you're running too
Mama you're running too
Oh, my mama you're running too

Brother I'm so sorry that you watched the paintings burn
And I can't have those dirty pads down that carpet anymore
No, no I can't have the dirty pads down that carpet anymore
There were too many heavy boots
There were too many heavy boots
There were too many heavy boots
And there were too many big black boots
And there were too many little brown shoes marching through

So I'm countin' it to the sky
Oh I'm countin' it to the sky
I'm countin' it to the sky
Oh I'm countin' it to the sky
And moving back
Oh I'm moving back to
Face the lack of home

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