Louise Mosrie Coombe

Lyrics

Leave Your Gun
By Louise Mosrie © 2014 Zoe Cat Music (BMI)

Oh, now they call this place the Valley of Death
But to me it is my only home and all I have left.
When the war came to our farm, we hid in the cellared earth
Till the guns silenced but the smoke took our breath.

Dead Union soldier - a fatal wound to the gut, but
His hands still clutching that gun just like he forgot.
A shallow grave and a prayer to the Lord above, and
Wooden cross where we laid him right there in that mud.

Somebody’s father
Somebody’s son
Some red-blooded woman’s only one
You can rest here
Your work is done.
Go on to heaven brother,
Leave your gun.

Oh, now these Tennessee hills won’t ever be the same
I can see blood running down the valley in my restless dreams
A thousand bullet holes in my father’s walls and beams and
We’re glad for the wounded who die in their sleep.

Somebody’s father
Somebody’s son
Some red-blooded woman’s only one
You can rest now
Your work is done.
Go on to heaven brother,
Leave your gun.

Young Tod Carter fought alongside those Southern men.
Caught a bullet in the belly, laid up three days in my bed.
Momma cried out loud when he shivered hard at the end,
And the angels took him home to Jesus I reckon.

He was my brother
My father’s son
My dear poor mother’s beloved one
Boy, you can rest here
Your work is done
Go on to heaven my brother,
Leave your gun
Go on to heaven
Go on to heaven, go on to heaven brother, where
You won’t need your gun.