Final Reward Lyrics

Chatham County Line

Walk through the valley with neon soldiers
Let me take the breath from your life
Your mother may lay there, sound asleep and
At your age you'll never know a wife

Their head in linen, boys, they try
But soon spelled by the way
Lost into the memory of those who died
For in ashes our joys remain

And he's gone to his final reward
Seem the saddest soul
Towards the cold of remedy
Like the ones gone

This country was built on arrogance
And the blood of the fallen men
When brother shot brother those years ago
It did not happen here again

He's gone to his final reward
Seem the saddest soul
Towards the cold of remedy
Like the ones gone

Well, let us rise up now to become
Greater than we were before
The colors on this here flag
Yes, in that fire been forged

He's gone to his final reward
Seem the saddest soul
Towards the cold of remedy
Like the ones gone

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