originally titled 'Ballad of Therrell Childress', who was one of the first soldiers to be killed in IRAQ
Lyrics
HOW LONG AGO WAS IT WHEN WE DROPPED THAT BOMB
RUN FOR THE HILLS YOU CAN HEAR THEM SAY
SOMEBODY'S COMING
IT WASN'T AND IT WASNT' A FASCINATING SIGHT
ONE TURN OF THE KNOB AND WE'RE BACK IN STYLE
ONE LAST GOODBYE FOR THAT MISSISSIPPI SOLDIER
HE TWISTED HIS LUCK ON THE RIBBONS OF A COLD WAR
HE TOOK TO THE EAST LIKE HE TOOK TO THE WEST
BURIED HIS BANJO AND BROKE DOWN THE GATES OF HELL
COME ONE COME ALL TO THE HALLELUJAH HOEDOWN
THERE'S WORD ON THE STREET
THAT A SOLDIER HAS BEEN FOUND
WE'LL BORROW FROM THE NEIGHBORS
WE'LL BORROW FROM THE BANKS
WE'LL DROP OURSELVES A BOMB AND BE FREE
FROM WHAT MAKES US DANCE
