Holy Irons

Album cover art for "Holy Irons" by Grant-Lee Phillips

Grant-Lee Phillips - Rock, Folk Rock

Holy Irons

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[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

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