Charlie Parr - Don't Send Your Child To War lyrics

I ain't been but one little place and lived here all my life I ain't known but one woman and now she is my wife Never been further than up the road to the town and back again Never known but a handful of folks and them I call my friends Now I'm going to leave here Now I'm going away Keep my fiddle tuned for me I'll need it some sweet day Well the preacher said to my only son I'll sign you up for war You'll fight for your life far from your home and never come back no more Well my only son come home one day and we buried him up the hill Next to his auntie and old grandma and dear old uncle bill Now I'm going to leave here Now I'm going away Keep my fiddle tuned for me I'll need it some sweet day Now I'm gonna go myself and see what's it's all about Why'd they take a poor man's son he was all I got Who's pockets are filled with gold and they don't have to fight Or leave home and say goodbye to their kids and worry on them all night Now I'm going to leave here Now I'm going away Keep my fiddle tuned for me I'll need it some sweet day I set up camp one day on the street where the rich man lived He won't come out and talk to me he don't have the time to give But'll call the cops and say roustabout's a-living on our place So take him away and all his kind I don't wanna see his face Now I'm going to leave here Now I'm going away Keep my fiddle tuned for me I'll need it some sweet day I wished I'd stayed to home and kept my son there too You can give to the rich man all day long but he'll never give back to you So they can call me roustabout and do it all they please Never will I stop for them or get down on my knees Now I'm going to leave here Now I'm going away Keep my fiddle tuned for me I'll need it some sweet day