Wagon rolls into Death Valley red
Wagonmaster ain't got no halo head
He whips you with his lariat
Take his gun but do not carry it
Break the wheels on his chariot

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When the war is in the east, go west young man, go west
Shooting sleeping children will not put medals on your chest
And the fires of jerusalem why must anyone be used to them
When no one's left, well who you gonna pardon
There's blood on the roses in victory garden

I got a telegram from Tokyo
Spitfire orange wind still does blow
No trees on certain prairies stand
And from the ditch is raised a mystery hand
Bleeding fingers full of sand

I heard the rumble from the underground
On Mother's day when we laid Daddy down The wind was still but all I heard
Were the pipes and guns and the drums of Gettysburg
I heard the pipes and guns and the drums of Gettysburg