John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore His mama sure was proud of him He stood so straight and tall in his uniform and all His mama's face broke out into a grin "Oh, son, you look so fine, I'm glad you're a son of mine Make me proud to know you own a gun Do what the captain says, lot of medals you will get We'll put them on the wall when you get home" That old train pulled out, John's ma began to shout Tellin' ev'ryone in the neighborhood "That's my son that's about to go, he's a soldier now, you know" She made well sure her neighbors understood She got a letter once in a while, her face broke into a smile She showed them to the people from next door They bragged about her son with his uniform and gun And these things you called a good old fashioned war Then the letters ceased to come, for a long time they did not come Ceased to come for about ten months or more Then when letter finally came saying, "Go down and meet the train Your son is coming back from the war" She smiled and she went right down, she looked up and all around She did not see her soldier son in sight When all the people passed, she saw her son at last When she did she could not believe her eyes Oh, his face was all shot up and his hand were blown away And he wore a metal brace around his waist He whispered kind of slow, in a voice she didn't know And she couldn't even recognize his face "Oh, tell me, my darling son, tell me what they've done How is it that you come to be this way?" He tried his best to talk but his mouth could hardly move And his mother had to turn her face away "Don't you remember, ma, when I went off to war You thought it was the best thing I could do? I was on the battleground, you were home, acting proud You weren't there standing in my shoes And I thought when I was there, Lord, what am I doing here? Tryin' to kill somebody or die tryin' But the thing that scared me most, when my enemy came close I can see that his face looked just like mine" And I couldn't help but think, through the thunder rolling and stink I was just a puppet in a play And through the roar and smoke, this string, it finally broke And a cannon ball blew my eyes away" As he turned away to go, his mother was acting slow Seein' the metal brace that helped him stand But as he turned to leave, he called his mother close And he dropped his medals down into her hand
John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore His mama sure was proud of him He stood so straight and tall in his uniform and all His mama's face broke out into a grin "Oh, son, you look so fine, I'm glad you're a son of mine Make me proud to know you own a gun Do what the captain says, lot of medals you will get We'll put them on the wall when you get home" That old train pulled out, John's ma began to shout Tellin' ev'ryone in the neighborhood "That's my son that's about to go, he's a soldier now, you know" She made well sure her neighbors understood She got a letter once in a while, her face broke into a smile She showed them to the people from next door They bragged about her son with his uniform and gun And these things you called a good old fashioned war Then the letters ceased to come, for a long time they did not come Ceased to come for about ten months or more Then when letter finally came saying, "Go down and meet the train Your son is coming back from the war" She smiled and she went right down, she looked up and all around She did not see her soldier son in sight When all the people passed, she saw her son at last When she did she could not believe her eyes Oh, his face was all shot up and his hand were blown away And he wore a metal brace around his waist He whispered kind of slow, in a voice she didn't know And she couldn't even recognize his face "Oh, tell me, my darling son, tell me what they've done How is it that you come to be this way?" He tried his best to talk but his mouth could hardly move And his mother had to turn her face away "Don't you remember, ma, when I went off to war You thought it was the best thing I could do? I was on the battleground, you were home, acting proud You weren't there standing in my shoes And I thought when I was there, Lord, what am I doing here? Tryin' to kill somebody or die tryin' But the thing that scared me most, when my enemy came close I can see that his face looked just like mine" And I couldn't help but think, through the thunder rolling and stink I was just a puppet in a play And through the roar and smoke, this string, it finally broke And a cannon ball blew my eyes away" As he turned away to go, his mother was acting slow Seein' the metal brace that helped him stand But as he turned to leave, he called his mother close And he dropped his medals down into her hand
