John Brown

I can hear your cornstalk sigh underneath your prayer sky
Southern swamps have footsteps filled and hound dogs howl at freedom's will
Conscience drives us mad sometimes
Tell our sons if we die, we're gonna die
So we start where we can and hope it spreads across the land
(Chorus) It's not easy taking prisoners
Harder yet is to convert them to your cause
John Brown left his Red Creek Engine housebound up in chains
Leaving five men dead he said, the good lord was to blame
John Brown, your twenty sons, why don't you tell me what you've done
You don't think you're men no more, you're God's machines in holy wars
And by some strange irony, that you shot dead harmony
An angry mob came into play
The Lord works in mysterious ways
(Chorus) It's not easy taking prisoners
Harder yet is to convert them to your cause
John Brown left his Red Creek Engine housebound up in chains
Leaving five men dead he said, the good lord was to blame
I'm a reasonable man, yeah I am, and I understand the problem
Sometimes you got to take the world and put it in your hand
You bring it to tomorrow
Tomorrow
Freedom's just a silly word, keeps us bound up pretty good
Peace of mind for tired hands
Is a cold heart what the lord demands?
Don't be fooled by bravery, we're all in chains of slavery
John Brown, your twenty sons are dead, face down in the mud
(Chorus) It's not easy taking prisoners
Harder yet is to convert them to your cause
John Brown left his Red Creek Engine housebound up in chains
Leaving five men dead
Leaving five men dead he said
Leaving five men dead he said, the good lord
Leaving five men dead he said, the good lord was to blame