Cold Dead Hands
I've been gone gone gone
And I'm a long long way from home
Out here on my own
Just a soldier flesh and bone
Bone...
Today I watched my buddy die
And it tore a hole inside my soul
I've been down down down
It's the only way I know
Scattered pieces all around me on the ground
Yeah and I'm still scared as hell to hear the sound
In this fucked up war we fight
It seems there ain't no end in sight
And when I found my buddy's rifle
I had to pry it from his cold dead hands
Now I'm on my knees
Beggin' lord come help me please
'Cause I hurt in every way
I can't stop the pain or erase the day
And I've been down down down down down
A long and lonesome road
Road...
And I walk this road alone
'Cause it's the only road I know
Scattered pieces all around me on the ground
Yeah and I'm still scared as hell to hear the sound
In this fucked up war we fight
It seems there ain't no end in sight
And when I found my buddy's rifle
I had to pry it from his cold dead hands
Scattered pieces all around me on the ground
Yeah and I'm still scared as hell to hear the sound
In this fucked up war we fight
It seems there ain't no end in sight
And when I found my buddy's rifle
I had to pry it from his cold dead hands
And I'm a long long way from home
Out here on my own
Just a soldier flesh and bone
Bone...
Today I watched my buddy die
And it tore a hole inside my soul
I've been down down down
It's the only way I know
Scattered pieces all around me on the ground
Yeah and I'm still scared as hell to hear the sound
In this fucked up war we fight
It seems there ain't no end in sight
And when I found my buddy's rifle
I had to pry it from his cold dead hands
Now I'm on my knees
Beggin' lord come help me please
'Cause I hurt in every way
I can't stop the pain or erase the day
And I've been down down down down down
A long and lonesome road
Road...
And I walk this road alone
'Cause it's the only road I know
Scattered pieces all around me on the ground
Yeah and I'm still scared as hell to hear the sound
In this fucked up war we fight
It seems there ain't no end in sight
And when I found my buddy's rifle
I had to pry it from his cold dead hands
Scattered pieces all around me on the ground
Yeah and I'm still scared as hell to hear the sound
In this fucked up war we fight
It seems there ain't no end in sight
And when I found my buddy's rifle
I had to pry it from his cold dead hands
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Writer(s): William Harrison, Jimmy Blackmon
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