Gousters
Gousters - The Wheatfield lyrics
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The cannon's roar and smoke did nearly fill the airas far as eyes could see. Oh those valiant boys they charged line after line on up into the fray. Honor bound they called them to that day.. As thousands fell away. Ne're a man was missin from this field of glory Where only echoes fall to tell their story. On this field of souls arisin Where for love of country they fought and died afightin. The battle raged as muskets plowed into those souls that stayed The fight for blood and glory north and south they were both called blue and gray. Gainin ground then fallin back and risin up again. Seekin courage from their officers who fell From swords and livin hell Ne're a man was missin from this field of glory Where only echoes fall to tell their story. On this field of souls arisin Where for love of country they fought and died afightin The volleys sallied forth poundin all upon the wheatfield north and south Their musket balls filled the amber fields into a smokey haze And as those valiant boys were risin from a daze The black smoke blotted out their gaze...still the flag was raised ! Ne're a man was missin from this field of glory Where only echoes fall to tell their story. On this field of souls arisin Where for love of country they gave their lives adyin Ne're a man was missin from this field of glory Where only echoes fall to tell their story. On this field of souls arisin Crossin wheatfields with no horizon. Ne're a man was missin from this field of glory Where only echoes fall to tell their story. On this field of souls arisin Where for love of country they fought and died afightin Ne're a man was missin from this field of glory Where only echoes fall to tell their story. On this field of souls arisin Where for love of country they fought and died afightin Burn the wheatfields down Burn the wheatfields down Burn the wheatfields down