Clutch David Rose Lyrics

David Rose Lyrics

Old John Brown left Kansas
Before the blood had dried
And as he rode his
head did shine
Like the sun in mid July

In a tiny farm house
By
Brunswick B & O
He warmed his boots by the fireplace
And read aloud from
Samuel

David rose to lead the Philistines
With five smooth stones and
a sling

One October morning
His army did approach
The armory that
sat between
The Potomac and Shenandoah

The engine house flung
open
With report of several guns
When it was done he looked upon
The
bodies of his dying sons

David rose to lead the Philistines
With five
smooth stones and a sling

Throughout our history there are those
ghosts
Compelled to illustrate our dreads and hopes
Victors hang in
pictures, losers from ropes
Regardless, they all swing in the same
boat

In South Hampton county 'round 1831
Nat Turner prayed, and the
corn stalks swayed
A voice rose up
And his ax was raised

In the
planter's big house
They went from room to room
When it was done they
rode along
To liberate Jerusalem

David rose to lead the
Philistines
With five smooth stones and a sling