Robbie Robertson - Hell's Half Acre Lyrics
It's way up in the Black Hills where we come fromThere's a girl and she warned me don't pick up that gunBy the law of the landBy the promise that might is rightShe would hold me and cry - don't you go off and fightSomebody knocking at my doorOh, I been called to warSay goodbye to Tobacco RoadWear my colors, call my brothersFor my country I'll goDown on Hell's Half AcreShakin' with feverRumble in the jungleDown on Hell's Half AcreShe wrote me a letter and said what have they donePlaced a crown of thorns an this native sonOh, maybe they're right, but maybe they're wrongBut what can I do, you're not here you're goneSomething in the air is much too yuietHear my heartbeatThe storms that rages from withinThree times thunder, blood runs coldGot this wound on my soulDown on Hell's Half AcreWalking on fireWe got trouble in the wastelandDown on Hell's Half AcreBack in the land where buffalo roamIs this place that I called homeShe said you've changed, you're not the sameClouds of napalm and the opiumThe damage was already doneDown on Hell's Half AcreShakin' with feverRumble in the jungleDown on Hell's Half AcreDown on Hell's Half AcreWalking on fireWe got trouble in the wastelandDown on Hell's Half Acre
