hell's half acre
Singer: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 promise that might is right
she would hold me and cry - don't you go off and fight
somebody knocking at my door
say goodbye to tobacco road
and for my country i'll go
she wrote me a letter and said what have they done
placed a crown of thorns on this native son
oh but maybe they're wrong
you're not here you're gone
something in the air is much too quiet
the storm that rages from within
got this wound on my soul
we got trouble in the wasteland
back in the land where the buffalo roam
clouds of napalm and the opium
the damage was already done
we got trouble in the wasteland
there on hell's half acre