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The Rifle lyrics
I ve been knockin on that door in my sleep
Fighting the fireplace glow
Knockin on that door in my sleep
Fighting the 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 comin from the woods!
Oh! They re comin from the woods!
And mama you re running too
Oh! My mama, you re running too
Brother, I m so sorry that you watched the paintings burn
I ve been holding onto the gold
When letting go would free my hand
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
Papa, get the rifle from its place above the French doors!
They re comin from the woods!
Oh! They re comin from the woods!
And mama you re running too
Oh! My mama, you re running too
Brother, I m so sorry that you watched the paintings burn
I can t hide the dirty paths down that carpet anymore
There were too many heavy boots
There were too many heavy boots
There were too many big black boots
And there were too many little brown shoes
Marching through
So I m counting it to the sky
Oh! I m counting it to the sky
And moving back to face the lack of home
song lyrics
The Rifle lyrics
I ve been knockin on that door in my sleep
Fighting the fireplace glow
Knockin on that door in my sleep
Fighting the 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 comin from the woods!
Oh! They re comin from the woods!
And mama you re running too
Oh! My mama, you re running too
Brother, I m so sorry that you watched the paintings burn
I ve been holding onto the gold
When letting go would free my hand
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
Papa, get the rifle from its place above the French doors!
They re comin from the woods!
Oh! They re comin from the woods!
And mama you re running too
Oh! My mama, you re running too
Brother, I m so sorry that you watched the paintings burn
I can t hide the dirty paths down that carpet anymore
There were too many heavy boots
There were too many heavy boots
There were too many big black boots
And there were too many little brown shoes
Marching through
So I m counting it to the sky
Oh! I m counting it to the sky
And moving back to face the lack of home
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The Rifle lyrics Video Song
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