I knew a man from Burlington,
He never stopped to ar gue,
nor would he start a fight
Rejected by his brother and his family
With age -suspecting treason
he stood against their view
And he told the congregation
there was nothin' he would do
Defendin' cheap convictions,
you'd call a cause for war
I beg of you, my brothers,
Oh, how the jackals gather
when famine starts to land
Oh, how the tongues will flatter
in the heads of every man
They burned and broke down all his crops,
Now early the next morning
And I found him painted colors
He's buried in the mountain,
And I don't speak to strangers,
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