NEVER TOLERATE TYRANNY!....Conservative voices from the GRASSROOTS.

...the long road home

THE LONG ROAD HOME

Composed & Performed by
-Dickie Allan-

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So brown with mud and red with blood,
’tis hard to tell the color-
hard to tell the color of our uniforms of gray.
From the fields of Pennsylvania to our farms in Carolina,
the wounded and the weary are all along the way.

On the long road home, the long road home-
the wounded and the weary are all along the way-
So brown with mud and red with blood,
’tis hard to tell the color-
hard to tell the color of our uniforms of gray.

My rifle and my cap are gone,
my belly so long empty-
a button on my uniform is all ’tis left to say
that I have been a soldier in a war against my brother-
him a wearin’ blue and myself a wearin’ gray.

On the long road home, the long road home-
a button on my uniform is all ’tis left to say
that I have been a soldier in a war against my brother-
him a wearin’ blue
and myself a wearin’ gray.

The cannons now are quiet,
the smoke of battle gone-
the wounded and the weary are slowly plodding on.
My wretched heart is beating like a grieving muffled drum-
but I still walk and see my way- much luckier than some.

On the long road home, the long road home-
the wounded and the weary are all along the way.
So brown with mud and red with blood,
’tis hard to tell the color-
hard to tell the color of our uniforms of gray.