MY FATHER’S GUN
By Elton John/ Bernie Taupin
From : Tumbleweed Connection (1970)
From this day on I own my father’s gun
We dug his shallow grave beneath the sun
I laid his broken body down below the southern land
It wouldn’t do to bury him where any Yankee stands
I’ll take my horse and I’ll ride the northern plain
To wear the colour of the greys and join the fight again
I’ll not rest until I know the cause is fought and won
From this day on until I die I’ll wear my father’s gun
I’d like to know where the riverboat sails tonight
To New Orleans well that’s just fine alright
‘Cause there’s fighting there and the company needs men
So slip us a rope and sail on round the bend
As soon as this is over we’ll go home
To plant the seeds of justice in our bones
To watch the children growing and see the women sewing
There’ll be laughter when the bells of freedom ring
I’d like to know where the riverboat sails tonight
To New Orleans well that’s just fine alright
‘Cause there’s fighting there and the company needs men
So slip us a rope and sail on round the bend
Backed up by:
WHERE TO NOW, St. Peter? from the same Album (the blue canoe across the River Styx, sent there by a foreign gun):
Link to Youtube w/Gettysburg Monuments:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h16nKCba8Q4
WHERE TO NOW ST. PETER?
Elton John
Tumbleweed Connection (1970)
I took myself a blue canoe
And I floated like a leaf.
Dazzling dancing, half enchanted
In my merlin sleep.
Crazy was the feeling,
Restless were my eyes.
Insane they took the paddles.
My arms they paralyzed.
So where to now St. Peter,
If it’s true I’m in your hands?
I may not be a Christian,
But I’ve done all that one man can.
I understand I’m on the road
Where all that WAS is gone.
So where to now St. Peter?
Show me which road I’m on;
Which road I’m on.
I took a sweet young foreign gun.
This lazy life is short.
Something for nothing always ended
With a bad report.
Dirty was the day break,
Sudden was the change,
In such a silent place as this
Beyond the rifle range.
So where to now St. Peter,
If it’s true I’m in your hands?
I may not be a Christian,
But I’ve done all one man can.
I understand I’m on the road
Where all that was is gone.
So where to now St. Peter?
Show me which road I’m on;
Which road I’m on.
I took myself a blue canoe.