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John Brown (Live at Sony Music Studios, New York, NY - November 1994) - Bob Dylan
John Brown went off to war to fight on a foreign shore
His mama sure was proud of him
He stood so straight and tall in his uniform and all
His mama's face broke out into a grin
"Oh son you look so fine
I'm glad you're a son of mine
Make me proud to know you own a gun
Do what the captain says
Lot of medals you will get
We'll put them on the wall when you get home"
That old train pulled out
John's ma began to shout
Tellin' ev'ryone in the neighborhood
"That's my son that's about to go
He's a soldier now you know"
She made well sure her neighbors understood
She got a letter once in a while
Her face broke into a smile
She showed them to the people from next door
They bragged about her son with his uniform and gun
And these things you called a good old fashioned war
Then the letters ceased to come
For a long time they did not come
Ceased to come for about ten months or more
Then when letter finally came saying
"Go down and meet the train
Your son is coming back from the war"
She smiled and she went right down
She looked up and all around
She did not see her soldier son in sight
When all the people passed
She saw her son at last
When she did she could not believe her eyes
Oh his face was all shot up and his hand were blown away
And he wore a metal brace around his waist
He whispered kind of slow
In a voice she didn't know
And she couldn't even recognize his face
"Oh tell me my darling son
Tell me what they've done
How is it that you come to be this way"
He tried his best to talk but his mouth could hardly move
And his mother had to turn her face away
"Don't you remember ma
When I went off to war
You thought it was the best thing I could do
I was on the battleground
You were home acting proud
You weren't there standing in my shoes
And I thought when I was there Lord
What am I doing here
Tryin' to kill somebody or die tryin'
But the thing that scared me most
When my enemy came close
I can see that his face looked just like mine"
And I couldn't help but think
Through the thunder rolling and stink
I was just a puppet in a play
And through the roar and smoke
This string it finally broke
And a cannon ball blew my eyes away"
As he turned away to go
His mother was acting slow
Seein' the metal brace that helped him stand
But as he turned to leave
He called his mother close
And he dropped his medals down into her hand
