June July Lyrics - John Vanderslice

June July I went home to live with my mom 

At night I sat out to watch cicadas on the lawn 

June July, confusion Tennessee 

Here Sherman's army leveled troops in 1863 

Now those battlefields are marked and paragraphed 

And maintained by national park service trust 

At night I walked through those fields 

Looking for proof of death, echoes of wounded soldier appeals 

Tonight the rain clouds are pressing down 

Hovering low, warning me to go back home 

I saw lightning flicker in the clouds 

One and two thousand, better turn around 

Light was focused down on me 

White spike cracked and threw me to the ground 

When I awoke the sun was streaming over the fields 

Warming the ground soaked with summer rain