I sense the enemy, they’re rustling around in the trees
I thought I had gotten away but they followed me to 02143
Woe, oh woe is me, no one knows the trouble I see
When they hang Jeff Davis from a sour-apple tree
I’ll sit beneath the leaves and weep
None of us shall be saved, every man will be a slave
For John Brown’s body lies a’mouldring in the grave and there’s rumblings down in the caves
So if it’s time for choosing sides, and to show this dirty city how we do the Jersey Slide
And if they deserve a better class of criminal, then I’m’a give it to them tonight
So we’ll rally around the flag, rally around the flag
Rally around the flag, boys, rally once again, shouting the Battle Cry of Freedom
Rally around the flag, rally around the flag
Glory, glory, Hallelujah, His truth is marching on.
This album’s been on my lately too. Jersey forever!