Come veteran's day i sat in the stands in my dress blues I held your mother's hand when they passed with the red, white and blue One minute you're right
Well, I don't wanna be a soldier, mama, I don't wanna die Well, I don't wanna be a sailor, mama, I don't wanna fly Well, I don't wanna be a failure, mama
September skies Bodies falling Never again will you catch me admiring Those vast September skies October skies Hate is flying Crimson leaves slowly falling
You can talk about your neighbor You can grab him by the collar You can hurt him only if he hollers "Let me go, let me go" But we all know that?s old
[Traditional] No more my lord No more my lord Lord i'll never turn back, no more I have found in him Many resting place And he has made me glad No
Isn't it a pity, isn't it a shame How we break each other's hearts and cause each other pain? How we take each other's love without thinking anymore Forgetting
[Traditional] He was just a blue-eyed boston boy His voice was low with pain I'll do your bidding commrad mine If i ride back again But if you ride back
Is it getting better? Or do you feel the same? Will it make it easier on you now? You got someone to blame You say, one love, one life When it's one
Try to find the reference It makes no difference to me Draw your own conclusions Add to my confusion if you please The time for concessions Midnight
[Bruce Springsteen cover] Shirts in the closet, shoes in the hall Mama's in the kitchen, baby and all Everything is everything Everything is everything
Man thinks 'cause he rules the earth He can do with it as he pleases And if things don't change soon He will Knowin' man has invented his doom First
Come Veteran's Day I sat in the stands in my dress blues I held your mother's hand when they passed with the red, white and blue One minute you're right
Michael Timmins September skies, bodies falling Never again will you catch me admiring those vast September skies. October skies, hate is flying.
Richie Havens You can talk about your neighbor You can grab him by the collar You can hurt him only if he hollers "Let me go?let me go" But we all
gives me the early 21st century blues But we making it threw Make what you make it You can?t redo what you do I?m the living proof making it threw the 21st century blues
George Harrison Isn't it a pity Now, isn't it a shame How we break each other's hearts And cause each other pain How we take each other's love Without
Bob Dylan Man thinks 'cause he rules the earth He can do with it as he please And if things don't change soon, he will Oh, man has invented his doom
Traditional / arranged by Cowboy Junkies No More My Lord No More My Lord Lord I?ll never turn back, no more I have found in him Many resting place