David Rose

Old John Brown left Kansas before the blood had dried

And as he rode his head did shine like the sun in mid-July

In a tiny farm house by Brunswick piano

He warmed his boots by the fireplace and read aloud from Samuel

David rose to beat the Philistines with five smooth stones and a sling

One October morning his army did approach

The armory that sat between the Potomac and Shenandoah

The engine house flung open with report of several guns

When it was done he looked upon the bodies of his dying sons

David rose to beat the Philistines, with five smooth stones and a sling

Throughout our history there are those ghosts

Compelled to illustrate our dreams and hopes

Victors hang in pictures, losers from ropes

Regardless they all swing in the same boat

Yeah....yeah, yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah

In Southampton County 'round 1831

Nat Turner prayed and the cornstalks swayed

A voice rose up and a text was raised

In the planter's steak house they went from room to room

When it was done they rode along to liberate Jerusalem

David rose to beat the Philistines, with five smooth stones and a sling

Throughout our history there are those ghosts

Compelled to illustrate our dreams and hopes

Victors hang in pictures, losers from ropes

Regardless they all swing in the same boat