Luther Lane - Cherry Poppin' Daddies

Buried in a field of crosses

The ghost of an American son

Seventeen at Vicksburg

When he heard the thunder of the guns

And his friends were all there with him

When they laid him beneath the frost

The preacher said: «The brotherhood of battle

Is always greater than the cause»

Nightmare of blastin' light, ashes in the wind

I couldn’t find him to say goodbye;

he was my only friend

All the kinfolk met the train

That carried Luther Lane

I had a few in his name

I got good and drunk for Luther Lane

Six white horses pulled the carriage

The band played «Nearer my God to Thee»

And all the children were starin', Luther

At the missing part of me

I got an all of a sudden taste for whiskey

As I was cold and it was gettin' late

I know I shouldn’t have done it

But I nicked a buck off the collection plate

Gendarme he grabbed my arm and dragged me off to jail

I’m sittin' here one-legged Luther, I know you woulda posted bail

All the kinfolk met the train

That carried Luther Lane

I had a few in his name

You sure did make it tough for Job and me, my Lord

Two bodies fell as one casualty of war

I shoulda gone down under the ground with all the corps

When you’ve survived enough it’s not enough for some

Lord I know

All the kinfolk met the train

That carried Luther Lane

I had a few in his name

I got good and drunk for Luther Lane

For old Luther Lane

For old Luther Lane

Old Luther Lane