Holy Irons

[Verse 1]
Brother on brother
Lying in the fields
Only the Devil is keepin’ score
Your blonde haired boys are scattered long these hills
Picked clean like cotton in a rich man’s war

[Chorus]
Lay down your holy irons
Lay down your guns and shining bayonets
Lay down your holy irons
It’s gonna’ be a job to raise the dead

[Verse 2]
Got no mansion on the yonder mount
No plantation pillars all in white
Just a Southern boy behind a plough
Swept up like nothin’
In a poor man’s fight

[Chorus]
Lay down your holy irons
Lay down your guns and shining bayonets
Lay down your holy irons
It’s gonna’ be a job to raise the dead

[Verse 3]
Farewell Cordelia
Let me hold ya close
So I can remember how it feels
If a bullet brings me down
Before I make it home
Ya know that I’ll be dreamin’ of you still
Yes I will…
Little soldiers all in blue and grey
Every one of us a’ bleedin’ red
And when this broken body falls away
We’ll all lie down in the same earthen bed

[Chorus]
Lay down your holy irons
Lay down your guns and shining bayonets
Lay down your holy irons
It’s gonna’ be a job to raise the dead
Lay down your holy irons
Lay down your guns and shining bayonets
The broken hearted Lord can only wring his hands
It’s gonna’ be a job to raise the dead