To the Gentlemen and Ladies of AMR

[Whine Lover]

Blood On the Line


Blood on
my Razor

Got some
Elderberry
Wine

Shadows on
this windowpane

That don't
make it
mine

I got tins
of Buckwheat
bottles of
Sasparilla too

Don't make
Me
guilty

For the
Things that
You do


Bullets in my
gun

That's for
self
defense

Binoculars and
Iron

I got to see
to build this
Fence

Blue Ribbon
Ball Rooms

And jolly
good times

That might be
your Life

You don't choose
to make
it mine

Death rides
a Slow horse

He don't
make amends

Robber Barons
try to
strip you

They don't take
offense

When you beg
and you plead

And die on
your knees

They prey
on your Carcass

Like Vultures
they feed

Got bullets
in my
pantry

And
powder in my
tin

Come on
Boys

Let's try
to save
what's within

Blood on
our Razor's

And
Flesh left
behind

They try
to take from me
I'll keep
what's Mine

They try
to take from us
We leave
Blood on the Line.


( Author Unknown )

 

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