Over the ashes of blood marched the civilized soldiers. Over the ruins of the French fortress of a failure. Over the silent screams of the dead and the dying.
Walkin' down an Alabama road. Rememberin' what the Bible told. Walkin' with a letter in his hand. Dreaming of another southern land. Walkin' down an Alabama road.
The pilot's playing poker in the cockpit of the plane. The casualties are rising like the dropping of rain. And the mountain of machinery will fall before a man.
Pre>. A. In the fire blue forests, faded and forgotten. . I crawled through the cotton fields, picking for cotton. D. The overseer sneered, his whipping was rotten.
What's that I hear now ringing in my ears?. I've heard that sound before. What's that I hear now ringing in my ears?. I hear it more and more. . It's the sound of freedom calling.
What's that I hear now ringing in my ear. I've heard that sound before. What's that I hear now ringing in my ear. I hear it more and more. It's the sound of freedom calling.