Leave Me Praying

Oh man, excitement, oh that we call it

Oh a child's gonna lie on the line and we go over

Oh proud and strong, we're cuttin' down our babies and mothers

And leave them to die while we plant our grain and call it home

Oh I swear this life we're leadin' leaves me crazy

Still I should call it a home

Take this sword, I said it was stolen, plan to love it like no other

Oh my grand-father's saying "Oh man you charge

You chagewhen the trumpet calls

And blow on your flute and pound on your drum, it calls"

No mother and no child could resist this pounding

And drive on to the west, we will plant, we will grow, yeah

Oh wait and see my heart is bleeding

Still I should call it home

And teach my babies, my son and my daughter, to blow this place

And share it with no one, yeah

Oh press hard and shout in our drunken pounding

And I'll plant my wheat, I will hold my land dear

I will protect my ones, I will protect my golden

And I'll stand up on top and scream that I own it

But what of the spirits that lie in the soil

Then should I call it up out

And then I will tell my son and my daughters to hold it so dear

And share it with all, yeah

And then I will tell my sons and my daughters to hold it dear

And share it with everyone

This land is your land, this land is my land

From California to the New York Islands

From the red wood forests to the cold stream waters

This land was made for you and me

*random scatting*