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