Blue and Grey
written by David Munyon, S.P. Standley
In the rain you can't tell a distance
It might be a friend or a foe
Johnny Reb go ahead make your decision
Union Jacks old feet are gettin' cold
Leaving home, leaving Gail and the children
Robert Sloan, all alone standing guard
Patriot of the southern tradition
We have a right to farm the way we want
Toy soldiers with faces of little children
Too confused, too tired to complain
Time to march hope old Sarge knows...
Where he's goin'...
Follow blind; follow the Blue and the Grey
Destiny plays a game of redemption
Like a wheel of a Casson in the mud
Halbert Blake still in a daze from November
After shooting his first rebel thug
Let it go, go ahead, let it go now
You can cry no ones looking ahead
You've still got one good leg to stand on
You're going home, Bob Thatcher tells his friend
Toy soldiers with faces of little children
Too confused, too tired to complain
Time to march hope old Sarge knows...
Where he's goin'...
Follow blind; follow the Blue and the Grey
Underneath a musky tent Kneels a general
Praying loudly for deliverance for his men
He could be on either side of this conflict
He just wishes he wasn't fighting his old friends
Crumpled letters in a field coat from aunt Lettie
„Are you practicing your music like you said“
„I guess soldiers don't have much free time“
It doesn't matter the reader's already dead
Toy soldiers with faces of little children
Too confused, too tired to complain
Time to march hope old Sarge knows...
Where he's goin'...
Follow blind; follow the Blue and the Grey
The afternoon is the worst for a warrior
Muskets rest and the cook test his art
Once a slave in the beginning of this madness
Now a free-man pushing wounded in a cart
Fourteen years voluteer, old as a mountain
„Send the young one, he's a good shot, yes indeed“
„There's a sniper in the house by the river“
„One less Yankee is all the South needs“
Toy soldiers with faces of little children
Too confused, too tired to complain
Time to march hope old Sarge knows...
Where he's goin'...
Follow blind; follow the Blue and the Grey
David Munyon: vocal, guitar
Chris Jones: guitar
Mike Silver: backing vocals
Beo Brockhausen: tinwhistle
Hans-Jörg Maucksch: bass
Blue and GreyLRC歌词
[00:20.00]written by David Munyon, S.P. Standley
[00:30.00]
[00:41.05]In the rain you can't tell a distance
[00:47.73]It might be a friend or a foe
[00:54.37]Johnny Reb go ahead make your decision
[01:00.99]Union Jacks old feet are gettin' cold
[01:06.42]
[01:10.92]Leaving home, leaving Gail and the children
[01:17.80]Robert Sloan, all alone standing guard
[01:24.18]Patriot of the southern tradition
[01:30.86]We have a right to farm the way we want
[01:36.12]
[01:40.99]Toy soldiers with faces of little children
[01:47.62]Too confused, too tired to complain
[01:54.31]Time to march hope old Sarge knows...
[01:57.73]Where he's goin'...
[02:01.04]Follow blind; follow the Blue and the Grey
[02:05.84]
[02:11.03]Destiny plays a game of redemption
[02:17.97]Like a wheel of a Casson in the mud
[02:24.35]Halbert Blake still in a daze from November
[02:31.16]After shooting his first rebel thug
[02:35.91]
[02:41.47]Let it go, go ahead, let it go now
[02:48.10]You can cry no ones looking ahead
[02:54.78]You've still got one good leg to stand on
[03:01.40]You're going home, Bob Thatcher tells his friend
[03:06.22]
[03:11.60]Toy soldiers with faces of little children
[03:18.34]Too confused, too tired to complain
[03:25.14]Time to march hope old Sarge knows...
[03:28.76]Where he's goin'...
[03:31.95]Follow blind; follow the Blue and the Grey
[03:36.76]
[04:12.08]Underneath a musky tent Kneels a general
[04:18.88]Praying loudly for deliverance for his men
[04:25.45]He could be on either side of this conflict
[04:32.20]He just wishes he wasn't fighting his old friends
[04:37.70]
[04:42.39]Crumpled letters in a field coat from aunt Lettie
[04:49.26]„Are you practicing your music like you said“
[04:56.01]„I guess soldiers don't have much free time“
[05:02.82]It doesn't matter the reader's already dead
[05:07.26]
[05:09.57]Toy soldiers with faces of little children
[05:16.26]Too confused, too tired to complain
[05:23.14]Time to march hope old Sarge knows...
[05:26.90]Where he's goin'...
[05:30.29]Follow blind; follow the Blue and the Grey
[05:34.91]
[06:10.16]The afternoon is the worst for a warrior
[06:17.09]Muskets rest and the cook test his art
[06:24.15]Once a slave in the beginning of this madness
[06:30.77]Now a free-man pushing wounded in a cart
[06:35.21]
[06:40.84]Fourteen years voluteer, old as a mountain
[06:47.59]„Send the young one, he's a good shot, yes indeed“
[06:54.40]„There's a sniper in the house by the river“
[07:01.15]„One less Yankee is all the South needs“
[07:06.34]
[07:11.21]Toy soldiers with faces of little children
[07:18.09]Too confused, too tired to complain
[07:24.90]Time to march hope old Sarge knows...
[07:28.71]Where he's goin'...
[07:31.77]Follow blind; follow the Blue and the Grey
[07:36.65]
[07:37.40]
[07:38.03]
[07:38.84]David Munyon: vocal, guitar
[07:39.59]Chris Jones: guitar
[07:40.22]Mike Silver: backing vocals
[07:40.84]Beo Brockhausen: tinwhistle
[07:41.72]Hans-Jörg Maucksch: bass
[07:42.66]
[07:43.71]
