Mama, Mama, it seems like years
Since you said goodbye through a veil of tears
Your only boy is a soldier now
On a continent a world away
Saratoga is a dreadful place
In the clouds I swear I see the devil's face
I've seen more dying in the last three hours
Than I have in all my seventeen years
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
I'm tired and I wanna come home
Mama, Mama, I take no joy
In trying to kill some other mother's boy
I never thought I'd meet him face to face
At this place they call the Freeman Farm
In his eyes I see our fates are sealed
On this farm we've turned into a battle field
For a moment time is standing still
And both of us just wanna go home
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
I'm tired and I wanna come home
If only leaders had the gift to see
Beyond creating their own legacy
More would live and less would die
And, Mama, I could come back home
Mama, Mama, I miss your touch
I never thought a musket ball could hurt this much
The air is damp and this ground is cold
And the other boy is starting to cry
I know I promised you I'd see no harm
But I'm just another casualty at Freeman's farm
I think I'm dying, Mama, don't be mad
Oh, Mama, I just wanna come home
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
I'm tired and I wanna come home
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
I'm tired and I wanna come home
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
I'm tired and I wanna come home
Since you said goodbye through a veil of tears
Your only boy is a soldier now
On a continent a world away
Saratoga is a dreadful place
In the clouds I swear I see the devil's face
I've seen more dying in the last three hours
Than I have in all my seventeen years
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
I'm tired and I wanna come home
Mama, Mama, I take no joy
In trying to kill some other mother's boy
I never thought I'd meet him face to face
At this place they call the Freeman Farm
In his eyes I see our fates are sealed
On this farm we've turned into a battle field
For a moment time is standing still
And both of us just wanna go home
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
I'm tired and I wanna come home
If only leaders had the gift to see
Beyond creating their own legacy
More would live and less would die
And, Mama, I could come back home
Mama, Mama, I miss your touch
I never thought a musket ball could hurt this much
The air is damp and this ground is cold
And the other boy is starting to cry
I know I promised you I'd see no harm
But I'm just another casualty at Freeman's farm
I think I'm dying, Mama, don't be mad
Oh, Mama, I just wanna come home
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
I'm tired and I wanna come home
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
I'm tired and I wanna come home
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
I'm tired and I wanna come home
Contributed by Riccardo Venturi - 2005/6/15 - 12:59
Another anti-war song can be found here: http://davidelonpreston.dmusic.com/tra...
It was based on a true story out of Irag earlier this year.
Thanks so much for posting my music on this site. I'm sorry I don't speak Italian!
Dave Preston
It was based on a true story out of Irag earlier this year.
Thanks so much for posting my music on this site. I'm sorry I don't speak Italian!
Dave Preston
Dave Preston - 2005/11/30 - 23:42
Thank you David for your songs!
They will be soon available in an Italian translation, too.
Please send us more !
They will be soon available in an Italian translation, too.
Please send us more !
Riccardo Venturi - 2005/12/1 - 14:23
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Testo e musica di David Elon Preston
Liberamente scaricabile da:
Legally downloadable from:
http://www.newsongsforpeace.org
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Questa canzone, che è la CCG n° 1979, è dedicata a Lorenzo Masetti, l'impareggiabile webmaster di questo sito, nato il 7 agosto 1979!
This song, which is the AWS nr 1979, is dedicated to Lorenzo Masetti, the peerless webmaster of this website, born on August 7th, 1979!
[RV]