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Robertson Robbie Robbie Robertson Hell's Half Acre It's way up in the Black Hills where we come from There's a girl and she warned me don't pick up that gun By the law of the land By the promise that might is right She would hold me and cry - don't you go off and fight Somebody knocking at my door Oh, I been called to war Say goodbye to Tobacco Road Wear my colors, call my brothers For my country I'll go Down on Hell's Half Acre Shakin' with fever Rumble in the jungle Down on Hell's Half Acre She wrote me a letter and said what have they done Placed a crown of thorns an this native son Oh, maybe they're right, but maybe they're wrong But what can I do, you're not here you're gone Something in the air is much too yuiet Hear my heartbeat The storms that rages from within Three times thunder, blood runs cold Got this wound on my soul Down on Hell's Half Acre Walking on fire We got trouble in the wasteland Down on Hell's Half Acre Back in the land where buffalo roam Is this place that I called home She said you've changed, you're not the same Clouds of napalm and the opium The damage was already done Down on Hell's Half Acre Shakin' with fever Rumble in the jungle Down on Hell's Half Acre Down on Hell's Half Acre Walking on fire We got trouble in the wasteland Down on Hell's Half Acre |
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