My daddy told me, “Son, always do what’s right
And don’t fret about the consequences
When you stand against wrong, sometimes
It brings folks to their senses”
But when the days are dark and lawless men abound
And the gavel of justice cannot be found
That’s the time you must stand your ground
And face your destiny,
because
You don’t have to be a guilty soul
To be found swinging from a gallows pole
More than one time somebody’s lie
Caused an innocent man to be crucified
No, You don’t have to be a guilty soul
To be found swinging from a gallows pole
More than one time somebody’s lie
Caused an innocent man to be crucified
Johnsonville, Eighteen Sixty Three
Lived a man named Cain and his brother, Lee
You wouldn’t call ’em saints but when the chips were down
They did what’s right and they stood their ground
The drums of war were beating in their heads
Cain said, “brother, we could end up dead.
But this is our time and this is our fight
And I won’t go softly into that night”
and,
copyright 2010 Donald Paul Harris