You Don't Count The Dead, When God's

In Ceremonies Of The Horsemen, Even The Pawn Must Hold A Grudge.

Lay Down The Song You Strum, And Rest Yourself 'neath The Strength Of Strings No Voice Can Hope To Hum.

Couldn't Help But Make Me Feel Ashamed To Live In A Land Where Justice Is A Game.

A Million Faces At My Feet But All I See Are Dark Eyes.

The Cavalries Charged And The Indians Died, Oh The Country Was Young With God On Its Side.