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Cold Dead Hands

November South

I've been gone gone gone
And I'm a long, long way from home
Out here on my own
Just a soldier, flesh and bone
Bone
Today I watched my buddy die
And it tore a hole inside my soul
I've been down down down
It's the only way I know

Scattered pieces all around me on the ground
Yeah, and I'm still scared as hell to hear the sound
In this fucked-up war we fight
It seems there ain't no end in sight
And when I found my buddy's rifle
I had to pry it from his cold, dead hands

Now I'm on my knees
Beggin' lord come help me please
'Cause I hurt in every way
I can't stop the pain or erase the day
And I've been down down down down down
A long and lonesome road
Road
And I walk this road alone
'Cause it's the only road I know

Scattered pieces all around me on the ground
Yeah, and I'm still scared as hell to hear the sound
In this fucked-up war we fight
It seems there ain't no end in sight
And when I found my buddy's rifle
I had to pry it from his cold dead hands

Scattered pieces all around me on the ground
Yeah, and I'm still scared as hell to hear the sound
In this fucked-up war we fight
It seems there ain't no end in sight
And when I found my buddy's rifle
I had to pry it from his cold dead hands