מילים לשיר Son Of A Gun – Bruce Cockburn

Holy was the preacher
Riding on his rig of steel in the rising sun
This was no grim reaper, but a man with a
He's preaching conversion, as you lay down and die
Smile who took a pride in a job well done
Oh in a bloodred sunrise
Die, die, die.
Just a God given holy roller In a God forsaken land
He didn't choose this killing ground
He didn't want this scrap of land
And make the rivers run dry
He's gonna scorch the earth, yeah
Until we learn to hate like him Oh kill for killing, live to die
Ride on you son of a gun, ride on, ride into the setting sun
Ride on you son of a gun, yeah
Ride on you son of a gun
Ride on you son of a gun, ride on, ride into the setting sun You gotta be a hero
To prove through your destruction
For one last time
There's a wooden cross somewhere
Killing is a great way of life
Where they'll bury you down deep
You lie to your people, you lie to yourself
You're in love with death, you've got no shame Ride on you son of a gun, yeah
Ride on you son of a gun, ride on, ride into the setting sun
Ride on you son of a gun, ride on, ride into the setting sun
Ride on you son of a gun The preacher laughed, the preacher cried
Just an ordinary man, with his orders and his plans
He loaded bullets as he smiled
The congregation sat and wondered would they live or
would they die?
Oh in a bloodred sunrise
In the shadows of a cross Take me to Jesus, with Judas my guide
Ride on you son of a gun, ride on, ride into the setting sun
Ride on you son of a gun, yeah, yeah
Ride on you son of a gun, ride on, ride into the setting sun
Ride on you son of a gun, oh yeah Ride on, ride on, ride on, yeah
Ride on, ride on, ride on, yeah
Ride on, ride to history Ride on, ride on, you bleeding heart
Ride on, ride on, you played no part
Ride on, you feel no pity
Ride on, you feel no pain
Ride into history.