Crash This Train (Acoustic)

T's late July, crowds roll by your town. Your garden is grown. Blackbird is seen, from the highest tree, Of the stone-bridge leads to the road. Your daddy is cryin', 'cause mother, she's dyin', Ain't no cancer, that eats at your soul, And I'm off to the war, to make d___ sure They don't come 'round here, no more. Daddy, all right, tells our mother tonight, "I'm just a garden that grows on the lawn." The sweet breeze don't blow, like it does back home. 'Cause we're ain't nothin' but b______s and boys. Son now, all right, your mother died here tonight, In the garden, the blackbird does fly. Spoke of Ohio, a cold, breezy dawn, And a son that's fightin' in the war. Ain't no exit I see, from this black where I breathe And the garden, is a thousand miles gone. Mother just died, with a heart dark as mine, Of the stone-bridge, leads to the road. Daddy's done cryin', 'cause mother's done dyin'. Oh, the cancer, has eaten her whole. But I'm stuck in this war, to make d___ sure They don't come, they don't come... Where the blackbird sang and now lives at her grave. And the garden has grown itself dry. If I ever get home, from this terror I've known, Go to the garden, go to the garden, And I'll wait there to die.