Luther Lane Lyrics - Kids On The Street - Cherry Poppin Daddies

Buried in a field of crosses the ghost of an American son 

Seventeen at Vicksburg when he heard the thunder of the guns 

and his friends were all there with him when they laid him 

beneath the frost the preacher said 

The brotherhood of battle is always greater than the cause 

Nightmare of blastin' light ashes in the wind 

I couldn't find him to say good-bye he was my only friend 

All the kinfolk met the train that carried Luther Lane 

I had a few in his name I got good and drunk for Luther Lane 

Six white horses pulled the carriage 

the band played Nearer My God to Thee 

And all the children were starin', Luther, at the missin' part of me 

I got an all a sudden taste for whiskey as I was cold and it was gettin' 

late 

I know I shouldn't a done it but I nicked a buck off the collection 

plate 

Gendarme he grabbed my arm and dragged me off to jail 

I'm sittin' here, one-legged, Luther 

I know you woulda posted bail. 

All the kinfolk met the train that carried Luther Lane 

I had a few in his name 

You sure did make it tough for Job and me, my Lord 

Two bodies fell as one casualty of war 

I shoulda gone down under the ground with all the corps 

When you've survived enough it's not enough for some 

Lord I know 

All the kinfolk met the train that carried Luther Lane 

I had a few in his name I got good and drunk for old Luther Lane 

For old Luther Lane 

For old Luther Lane 

For old Luther Lane