Oh I've been knocking on that door in my sleepFight my fireplace glow I've been knocking on that door in my sleepFight my fireplace glowTo keep me away, to keep me away from homePapa get the rifle from its place above the french doorsThey're coming from the woodsOh they're coming from the woodsAnd mama you're running too Oh my mama your running tooMama you're running too Oh my mama your running tooBrother I'm so sorry that you watched the Patens burnAnd I've been holding onto the goldWhen lettin' go would free my handsAnd I've been tying your tongue in a knotOh I've been tying your tongue in a knotTo wrap this death, to wrap this death in a sheetAnd Papa get the rifle from its place above the french doorsThey're coming from the woodsOh they're coming from the woodsAnd mama you're running too Oh, my mama you're running tooMama you're running too Oh, my mama you're running tooBrother I'm so sorry that you watched the Patens burnI can't hide the dirty pads down there carpet anymoreNo, no I can't hide the dirty pads down there carpet anymoreThere were too many heavy bootsThere were too many heavy bootsThere were too many heavy bootsAnd there were too many big black bootsAnd there were too many little brown shoes marching thoughSo I'm countin' it to the skyOh I'm countin' it to the skyI'm countin' it to the skyOh I'm countin' it to the skyAnd moving backOh I'm moving back toFace the lack of home
