The morning mist is burning slowBlood on sons and brothers gonna flowTomorrow will I live,I just don't knowMorning comes we march againInto the fields of the killing manDon't know where I'm goingOr just where I been At times I feel so aloneHope to find my way back homeMama I done asked the LordHe told me, Son, I just don't know... Harvester of painI ain't the one to blameHarvester of painCaught between the blue and the gray Mama I done killed a manWas told he wasn't part of the planDon't worry noneI be getting by best that I canEvery day's a living hellThe reapear be weaving his spellSerageant take me asideTell me son, Peace ain't what we're here to sell... At times I feel so aloneHope to find my way back homeMama I done asked the LordHe told me, Son, I just don't know... Harvester of painI ain't the one to blameHarvester of painCaught between the blue and the gray
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