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Old Wooden Cross
04:01
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I’ve got an Old Wooden Cross
That nearly got lost
But it made it through
The second world war
It still shines a light
Through the darkest of nights
And now I've got it
Hanging on my door
Somewhere in Poland, 1892
A woodworker carved the King of the Jews
In the blitzkrieg of 1939
The tanks rolled through in the middle of the night
But the cavalry charge was in vain
They were outgunned and bombs fell like rain
The pastor knew they’d burn the church house down
So he hid the cross where it would not be found
I’ve got an Old Wooden Cross
That nearly got lost
But it made it through
The second world war
It still shines a light
Through the darkest of nights
And now I've got it
Hanging on my door
A century of prayers and benedictions
Are stored inside the grains of this crucifixion
It crossed an ocean and landed on our shores
To bear witness to more unholy wars
But those soldiers would not have died in vain
If we realized were all just the same
Forgive them all and lay down our arms
They know not what they do, so do no harm
I’ve got an Old Wooden Cross
That nearly got lost
But it made it through
The second world war
It still shines a light
Through the darkest of nights
And now I've got it
Hanging on my door
It still shines a light
Through the darkest of nights
And now I've got it
Hanging on my door
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Potter's Field
03:35
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Lay me down in a potter’s field
Plywood casket, my fate is sealed
Let me lie in an unmarked grave
Pray the Lord my soul to save
Her breath was the warmth on the southerly wind
In a storm of rage I have sinned
I buried her down by the water line
Side by side with a friend of mine
I saw their shadows in our bed
Drew my pistol, shot 'em dead
I shot 'em dead
I’m not looking for forgiveness, son
I played my part, the deed is done
I couldn't let my anger go
They took me down near Ohio
I listen to the CO yell
From my six by eight concrete hell
Now every time i close my eyes
I see her face, I hear their cries
on the night i caught them in our bed
Pulled my pistol, blood ran red
The blood ran red
Lay me down in a potter’s field
Plywood casket my fate is sealed
Let me lie in an unmarked grave
Cause I don’t deserve to be saved
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