Better
times a comin'
There'll be better times
a coming,
When they stop that
awful drumming,
And they send us home a
running.
There'll be better times
a coming.
I've seen too much to
fit into
This letter that I
write.
I saw brothers killing brothers
In the middle of the
fight.
But, there'll be better
times a coming,
When they stop that
awful drumming,
And they send us home a running.
There'll be better times
a coming.
From Chancellorsville to
Gettysburg
I've heard too much to
tell,
As the bullets flew
around me
Through the smoky clouds
of hell.
But, there'll be better
times a coming,
When they stop that
awful drumming,
And they send us home a
running.
There'll be better times
a coming.
I know that I'm supposed
to hate
The rebel boys I see.
But the ones who charge
our trenches
Look an awful lot like
me.
But, there'll be better
times a coming,
When they stop that
awful drumming.
And they send us home a
running.
There'll be better times
a coming.
I've heard them say the
end is near.
We're praying for it
now.
We can trade these
deadly rifles
For the handles of a
plow.
And there'll be better
times a coming,
And they'll stop that
awful drumming.
And we'll all come home
a running.
There'll be better times
a coming.
Bluegrass /
Western Lyric by Dennis
Goodwin - copyright 2007 e-mail: ezywriter47@hotmail.com