Hell's Half Acre - Robbie Robertson

It’s way up in the Black Hills where we come from

There’s a girl and she warned me don’t pick up that gun

By the law of the land

By the promise that might is right

She would hold me and cry — don’t you go off and fight

Somebody knocking at my door

Oh, I been called to war

Say goodbye to Tobacco Road

Wear my colors, call my brothers

And for my country I’ll go Down on Hell’s Half Acre

Shakin’with fever

Rumble in the jungle

Down on Hell’s Half Acre

She wrote me a letter and said what have they done

Placed a crown of thorns an this native son

Oh, maybe they’re right, but maybe they’re wrong

But what can I do, you’re not here you’re gone

Something in the air is much too quiet

Hear my heartbeat

The storms that rages from within

Three times thunder, blood runs cold

Got this wound on my soul

Down on Hell’s Half Acre

Walking on fire

We got trouble in the wasteland

Down on Hell’s Half Acre

Back in the land where buffalo roam

Oh is this my home

She said you’ve changed, you’re not the same

Clouds of napalm and the opium

The damage was already done

Down on Hell’s Half Acre

Shakin’with fever

Rumble in the jungle

Down on Hell’s Half Acre

Down on Hell’s Half Acre

Walking on fire

We got trouble in the wasteland

Down on Hell’s Half Acre