Revolution Son Blues

I fell on my own bayonet
Call me the very first Son of Connecticut
I could-a left it to my brothers, but my brothers were dead
I could-a left it to the others, but them Tories went red
Freezin' and starvin' - starvin', freezin' instead
We ain’t soldiers, just a bunch of hungry necks
We marched through Danbury where the fires had burned
Crossed Tom’s River ferry too starved to say a word
I walked for three days just to join to these ranks
I could handle a rifle ‘good as any yank
They call me Son of Thunder, Simon Thunder-Tongue
Said I’m young and foolish, but at least I’m young
Annie, oh Annie, do you miss me yet
Last night we got whiskey, but we got no bread
I’m a son of revolution don’t ask me again
You’ve heard it before — it’s the howlin, howlin wind
Don’t tell my family — they’ll think I’m dead
I just fell on my own bayonet
All you pretenders get away from my bed
I’ll be ridin' out tonight on a pair of new legs
I’m gonna break through the Front, like a jack-rabbit I’ll run
I got a secret deep down, down the barrel of my gun
They call me Son of Thunder, Simon Thunder-Tongue
Said I’m young and foolish, but at least I’m young
I’m a son of revolution don’t ask me my name
You’ve heard it before — it’s the comin', comin' rain
I fell on my own bayonet
Call me the very first Son of Connecticut
I could-a left it to my brothers, but my brothers were dead
I could-a left it to the others, but them Tories went red