Hell's Half Acre

Yeah, it's way up the Black Hills where we come from

There's a girl and she warned me, don't pick up that gun, gun

Oh, by the law of the land

By the promise that might is right

She would hold me and cry, "Don't you go off to fight"

Somebody knocking at my door

Oh, I've been called to war

Say goodbye to Tobacco Road

Wear my colors, call my brothers

And for my country, I'll go

Down on Hell's half acre, and again

Shaking with fever, come again

Rumble in the jungle

Oh, down on Hell's half acre again

Oh, she wrote me in a letter, said "What have they done?"

Oh, enough

Placed a crown of thorns on this Native son now, now

Ooh, oh, maybe they're right

Oh, but maybe they're wrong

OH, but what can I do?

You're not here, but you're gone

Something in the air is much too quiet

Hear my heartbeat, oh

The storm that rages from within

Three times thunder, blood runs cold

Got this wound on my soul

Down on old Hell's half acre, and again

Walking on fire, come again

Trouble in the wasteland

Oh, down on Hell's half acre, and again

Oh, back in the land where the buffalo roam

Oh, is this my home?

She said, "You've changed, you're not the same"

Clouds of napalm and the opium

The damage was already done

Down on Hell's half acre, and again

Shaking with fever, and again

Rumble in the jungle

Oh, down on Hell's half acre

Oh, Hell's half acre

Walking on fire

We got trouble in the wasteland

Ow, there on Hell's half acre again