My Father's Gun

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 will 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