The Rifle

The Rifle - Alela Diane

Produced by：Alela Diane

Oh I've been knockin'

On that door in my sleep

Fighting the fireplace glow

I've been knockin'

On that door in my sleep

Fighting the fireplace glow

To keep me away

To keep me away from home

And papa get the rifle from

It's place above the french doors

They're comin' from the woods

Oh they're comin' from the woods

And mama you're running too

Oh my mama you're running too

Mama you're running too oh

My mama you're running too

And brother I'm so sorry that

You watched the paintings burn

And I've been holding onto the gold

When letting go would free my hand

And I've been tying your tongue in a knot

Oh I've been tying your tongue in a knot

To wrap this death

To wrap this death in a sheet

And papa get the rifle from

It's place above the french doors

They're comin' from the woods

Oh they're comin' from the woods

And mama you're running too

Oh my mama you're running too

Mama you're running too

Oh my mama you're running too

And brother I'm so sorry

That you watched the paintings burn

And I can't hide those dirty

Paths down that carpet anymore

No no I can't hide those

Dirty paths down that carpet anymore

There were too many heavy boots

There were too many heavy boots

There were too many heavy boots

And there were too many big black boots

And there were too many little brown shoes

Marching through

So I'm counting it to the sky

Oh I'm counting it to the sky

I'm counting it to the sky

Oh I'm counting it to the sky

And moving back oh I'm

Moving back to face the lack of home