Funeral Train Theres a slow funeral train pullin through the hills I can't believe he's been killed Everytime I hear the whine of the whistle in the pines It sends a chill up and down my spine Brother against brother , father against son They banded together as one They bowed their heads and said a prayer for the dead Wondered if the battle had been won Soldiers and dirt farmers and senators stood in line They cried like babys when he went by Old Glory covered him back to Illinois His spirit watched from on high Infantry hunted and they gunned a man down They said fired the shot and did the deed Conspiracy or not the good Lord only knows If he killed the man who set us free -Rob McNurlin copyright Buffalo Skinner Music BMI