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Freeman's Farm

David Elon Preston
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David Elon Preston


Mama, Mama, it seems like years
Since you said goodbye through a veil of tears
Your only boy is a soldier now
On a continent a world away

Saratoga is a dreadful place
In the clouds I swear I see the devil's face
I've seen more dying in the last three hours
Than I have in all my seventeen years

Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
I'm tired and I wanna come home

Mama, Mama, I take no joy
In trying to kill some other mother's boy
I never thought I'd meet him face to face
At this place they call the Freeman Farm

In his eyes I see our fates are sealed
On this farm we've turned into a battle field
For a moment time is standing still
And both of us just wanna go home

Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
I'm tired and I wanna come home

If only leaders had the gift to see
Beyond creating their own legacy
More would live and less would die
And, Mama, I could come back home

Mama, Mama, I miss your touch
I never thought a musket ball could hurt this much
The air is damp and this ground is cold
And the other boy is starting to cry

I know I promised you I'd see no harm
But I'm just another casualty at Freeman's farm
I think I'm dying, Mama, don't be mad
Oh, Mama, I just wanna come home

Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
I'm tired and I wanna come home

Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
I'm tired and I wanna come home

Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
Oh, Mama, Mama, Mama
I'm tired and I wanna come home



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