• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Arrowhead - Richard Shindell
• Arrowhead - Woven Hand

Mama, if you could see me now
I m not the boy you knew in Macon town
They found a uniform about my size
It s a little big I guess, but that s alright
Mama, if you could see me know
Mama, they re treating me right well
The men all say I brought this good luck spell
I am the mascot of the Third Brigade
They will not march unless I lead the way
Mama, they re treating me right well
Mama, I do not have a gun
I m only lucky when I m banging on my drum
But I skinned a rabbit for the cook last night
He said that I could keep his bowie knife
Mama, I do not have a gun
Mama, I lost my arrowhead
It was big enough to strike a bobcat dead
Must ve fallen when I climbed that tree
Yankee fires as far as I could see
Mama, I lost my arrowhead
Mama, the troops are falling in
And we must move while we ve still got the wind
The scouts are fanning out like whippoorwills
Today we re marching over Bloody Hill
Mama, the troops are falling in
Mama, I never thought I d run
But something happened when I saw those Yankees come
Now I ve been running now a week or two
Too ashamed to come back home to you

do tell
how is
the little pilgrims progress
does he endeavour to perservere
close mantled to knives and kisses
just like
when you were here
what little he had
from him it was taken
for in the small things he could not be trusted
arrowhead
arrowhead
run motor city rusted
nailed to the floor by an old time gaze
who is who was who is to come
given to other lips
spoken on other tounges
where are you and where have you been
hold fast hold fast
till he come again
would it do
would it do any good
to be able to remember
the white of the page
the black of the ink
thrown overboard lest the whole ship sink
you talk this way
as you go walkin
weavin your way through the straw
it comes so slow
and leaves so quick
under grace