Hell’s Half Acre
(Robbie Robertson)
Yeah its way up in the Black Hills where we come from There’s a girl and she warned me, don’t pick up that gun Wo’ by the law of the land by the promise of the might is right She would hold me and cry “Don’t you go off to fight” Some body knockin’ at my door oh I been called to a 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
And he’s shakin’ with fever
Come again
Rumble in the jungle
Oh Down on
Hell’s Half Acre
And again
Oh she Wrote me in a letter and said “What have they done?” Oh Placed a crown of thorns on this native son
Oh maybe, they’re right Oh But maybe they’re wrong.
Oh but what can I do? You’re not here you’re gone Something in the air it’s much too quiet
Hear my heart beat woah the Storm that rages from within Three times thunder blood runs cold got this wound on my soul Down on
Hell’s Half Acre
And again
And he’s Walkin’ 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 agin
shakin’ with fever
And again
Rumble in the jungle
Oh down on
Hell’s Half Acre
Oh Hell’s Half Acre
he’s walkin’ on fire
Well trouble in the wasteland
Oh Down on
Hell’s Half Acre
And again