Hell's Half Acre

Robbie Robertson

It's way up in the Black Hills where we come from

There's a girl and she warned me don't pick up that gun

By the law of the land

By the promise that might is right

She would hold me and cry - don't you go off and fight



Somebody knocking at my door

Oh, I been called to war

Say goodbye to Tobacco Road

Wear my colors, call my brothers

For my country I'll go



Down on Hell's Half Acre (again)

Shakin' with fever (again)

Rumble in the jungle

Down on Hell's Half Acre (again)



She wrote me a letter and said what have they done

Placed a crown of thorns on this native son

Oh, maybe they're right, but maybe they're wrong

But what can I do, you're not here you're gone



Something in the air is much too quiet

Hear my heartbeat

The storms that rages from within

Three times thunder, blood runs cold

Got this wound on my soul



Down on Hell's Half Acre (again)

Walking on fire (again)

We got trouble in the wasteland

Down on Hell's Half Acre (again)



Back in the land where buffalo roam

Is this my home?

She said you've changed, you're not the same

Clouds of napalm and the opium

The damage was already done



Down on Hell's Half Acre (again)

Shakin' with fever (again)

Rumble in the jungle

Down on Hell's Half Acre



Hell's Half Acre (again)

Walking on fire (again)

We got trouble in the wasteland

Down on Hell's Half Acre (again)