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"Papa" Acoustic Alt/Rock Lyrics Critique

by Alex Hunter
(Harrisonburg, VA)

Oh dear land of a'rolling hills don't tell me where you end
I could live a million years in a land that smells of bread
Oh dear red rooftops your clay reminds me so
Of summer days so far away in a place I can call home
But papa they took me far away, oh why'd I have to go?
I left mama in her rockin' chair, swayin' to and fro

They took me to a place where there were no churning seas
There were no birds or windy days of peace and comforting
They turned my senses upside down, they cut my hair and burned it
Taught me how to hold a gun and kill the man in blue
They told me I was young and strong and they were old and weak
But when his bullet hit my head my heart seemed to skip a beat

Papa I'm comin' home!
Papa I'm comin' home!
Papa I'm comin' home... to you

You said you'd always be with me no matter where you went
And then one day so long ago, you where there on the floor
Mama screamin' please don't go, her hands around your head
...But papa they took me far away, oh why'd I have to go?
I left mama in her rockin' chair, swayin' to and fro!

Papa I'm comin' home!
Papa I'm comin' home!
Papa I'm comin' home... to you