Why am I doing this? Vagabonds like music, as we all know. It's an old hippie thing that's just kind of stuck.
Johnny I Took Your Soul
We were huntin' boys, we were fightin' boys, in our patched uniforms of blue...
We marched, we rode, we swam, oh, we ran the forest through...
Our Spencer's were new and our blood was young,
Younger than we ever knew...
Oh Johnny I took your home, your life, oh Johnny I took your soul.
Oh Johnny I took your home, your life, oh Johnny I took your soul, oh
Oh Johnny I took your home, your life, oh Johnny I took your soul.
We went in the fields oh Johnny-- your gray jacket matched the mornin' dew...
We went in the fields but oh Johnny I swear, my first shots weren't at you.
When first I saw your poor scared, it took me several tries to
Remember just where I was and why...
Then slowly, by and by, I, realized that my dream of servin' my flag was a lie.
Oh Johnny I took your home, your life, oh Johnny I took your soul.
Oh Johnny I took your home, your life, oh Johnny I took your soul.
Ten times did I load my musket, once did I make my shot.
Oh Johnny that...just so happened...to the bullet that 'chou caught.
I saw that round pierce your heart, a skinny gray oak and a silver-tipped dart...
I saw that found pierce your heart, a skinny gray oak and a silver-tipped dart.
Oh Johnny I took your home, your life, oh Johnny I took your soul.
Oh Johnny I took your home, your life, oh Johnny I took your soul.
Oh Johnny I took your home, your life, oh Johnny I took your soul,
Oh Johnny I took your home, your life, oh Johnny I took your soul.
Oh Johnny I took your home, your life...oh Johnny I took your soul.