Cemetery Guns

Elizabeth, that thundercloud
 Is creeping up the Empire Hill
 There's shadows on the overpass
 And puddles in the old dirt path
 Peoria lay silent, still
 In the belly of the overgrown
 All quiet on the open plain
 Footprints to the family plot
 Where evermore will restless sorrow sleep
 In a broken heap
 Cemetery guns go bang bang bang
 Shooting all the sky full of holes
 Twenty-one times in row
 For the blue war widow in the gray raincoat
 On the green grass down below
 Elizabeth, our fathers came
 And settled where the ground was flat
 Drew water from the Indian wells
 Cut timber from the rolling fells
 Grandaddy-o bled hearth and home
 For oiling the company gears
 No rest for the errant ones
 Godspeed their reckless sons
 Who evermore play their forefathers' hands
 On the foreign sands
 Cemetery guns go bang bang bang
 Shooting all the sky full of holes
 Twenty-one times in row
 For the blue war widow in the gray raincoat
 On the green grass down below
 Cemetery guns go bang bang bang
 Shooting all the sky full of holes
 Twenty-one times in row
 For the blue war widow in the gray raincoat
 On the green grass down below