"He Lies In The American Land" lyrics - PETE SEEGER
PETE SEEGER
"He Lies In The American Land"
Ah, my God what is this land of America?
So many people travelling there
I will go too for I am still young
God the Lord will grant me good luck there
You, my wife stay here 'til you hear from me
When you get my letter, put everything in order
Mount a raven black steed, a horse like the wind
Fly across the ocean to join me here
Ah, but when she arrived in this strange land
Here in McKeesport, this valley, this valley of fire
Only his grave, his blood did she find
Over it, bitterly she cried
Ah, my husband, what've you done to this family of yours?
What can you say to these children, to these children you've orphaned?
Tell them my wife not to wait, not to wait, not to wait for me
Tell them I lie here, in the American land
American Industrial Ballads (1956)
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- The Blind Fiddler
- The Buffalo Skinners
- Eight-Hour Day
- Hard Times In The Mill
- Roll Down The Line
- Hayseed Like Me
- The Farmer Is The Man (Who Feeds Us All)
- Come All You Hardy Miners
- He Lies In The American Land
- Casey Jones
- Let Them Wear Their Watches Fine
- Cotton Mill Colic
- Seven Cent Cotton And Forty Cent Meat
- Mill Mother's Lament
- Fare Ye Well, Old Ely Branch
- Beans, Bacon, And Gravy
- The Death Of Harry Simms
- Winnsboro Cotton Mill Blues
- Ballad Of Barney Graham
- My Children Are Seven In Number
- Raggedy
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- Sixty Percent