Cold Dead Hands
When I was just a boy
Daddy took me aside
Taught me a lesson
With a belt to my hide
Son, he said
Don't you run away
From life's mystery
And the evil lurking there
Pick up your gun
Take your place in the sun
Fight for freedom
Your home and lands
Don't let em steal it
Be a man
Tell them they can take it
From your cold dead hands.
When the moon rises
Put aside the bad times
Dream of better days
Leave the nightmares behind
Bury those old memories
In an unmarked grave
Cause you got to stand
For something
Or fall in the sand
Like a poor example
Of a broken man.
When the day came
Left my Daddies side
To find my pride
Gave my oath
To Uncle Sam
Rifle in my hand
Home of the free
Because of the brave
Who put it on the line
You got to get yourself ready
For the fight of your life
Through storm and strive
Fight for your freedom
Or die in the fire
Son to father
Here I am
My own man.
When the moon rises
Put aside the bad times
Dream of better days
Leave the nightmares behind
Bury those old memories
In an unmarked grave
Cause you got to stand
For something
Or fall in the sand
Like a poor example
Of a broken man.
You can steal my lands
Gamble your money
Bring it on
You high and mighty
Take it all away
From my cold dead hands.
D.A. Wittler 7/8/25
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