Bury Me Far (From My Uniform)
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I was fallen dead in battle
Must've been Tuesday, I don't know the date
I gave everything everyone asked for
But I say where I be laid
The many dead of my comrades
All look the same in this place
Won't you bury me far from my uniform
So God might remember my face
Do not bother with Congress
With the rich or with the rest
I fought their battles in this world
But I'll not fight for them in the next
Do not find me justice
Just find me a grave
And then bury me far from my uniform
So God might remember my face
Oh my mother, you'll weep and you'll crumble
Take me out of your dreams that I'm in
I can't take another what's not
I'm sick to hear what could have been
I'll not return to your table
So don't save me a place
Just bury me far from my uniform
So God might remember my face
I'm not a cause, not a Christ, not a ransom
I'm not a reason, I'm not a debate
And I swear that I'm no one's example
I'm not a number, I'm not a crusade
War is older than mankind
But it's younger than grace
Won't you bury me far from my uniform
From the iron cross medals I would've worn
From the statues that sisters and widows mourn
From the newspaper clippin's and microform
From Geneva, The Hague and Nuremberg
From the sex of this world that I'll no longer taste
Won't you bury me far from my uniform
So God might remember my face
I know God will remember my face
Merciful God, please remember my face
Must've been Tuesday, I don't know the date
I gave everything everyone asked for
But I say where I be laid
The many dead of my comrades
All look the same in this place
Won't you bury me far from my uniform
So God might remember my face
Do not bother with Congress
With the rich or with the rest
I fought their battles in this world
But I'll not fight for them in the next
Do not find me justice
Just find me a grave
And then bury me far from my uniform
So God might remember my face
Oh my mother, you'll weep and you'll crumble
Take me out of your dreams that I'm in
I can't take another what's not
I'm sick to hear what could have been
I'll not return to your table
So don't save me a place
Just bury me far from my uniform
So God might remember my face
I'm not a cause, not a Christ, not a ransom
I'm not a reason, I'm not a debate
And I swear that I'm no one's example
I'm not a number, I'm not a crusade
War is older than mankind
But it's younger than grace
Won't you bury me far from my uniform
From the iron cross medals I would've worn
From the statues that sisters and widows mourn
From the newspaper clippin's and microform
From Geneva, The Hague and Nuremberg
From the sex of this world that I'll no longer taste
Won't you bury me far from my uniform
So God might remember my face
I know God will remember my face
Merciful God, please remember my face
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:08.83] I was fallen dead in battle
[00:14.48] Must've been Tuesday, I don't know the date
[00:19.93] I gave everything everyone asked for
[00:24.50] But I say where I be laid
[00:31.92] The many dead of my comrades
[00:36.63] All look the same in this place
[00:40.38] Won't you bury me far from my uniform
[00:45.87] So God might remember my face
[00:55.15] Do not bother with Congress
[01:00.69] With the rich or with the rest
[01:05.33] I fought their battles in this world
[01:09.97] But I'll not fight for them in the next
[01:16.46] Do not find me justice
[01:22.85] Just find me a grave
[01:27.53] And then bury me far from my uniform
[01:32.15] So God might remember my face
[01:41.34] Oh my mother, you'll weep and you'll crumble
[01:46.00] Take me out of your dreams that I'm in
[01:51.56] I can't take another what's not
[01:56.17] I'm sick to hear what could have been
[02:03.51] I'll not return to your table
[02:08.18] So don't save me a place
[02:12.85] Just bury me far from my uniform
[02:19.21] So God might remember my face
[02:27.63] I'm not a cause, not a Christ, not a ransom
[02:32.22] I'm not a reason, I'm not a debate
[02:38.68] And I swear that I'm no one's example
[02:42.49] I'm not a number, I'm not a crusade
[02:48.89] War is older than mankind
[02:55.39] But it's younger than grace
[02:59.92] Won't you bury me far from my uniform
[03:05.53] From the iron cross medals I would've worn
[03:10.18] From the statues that sisters and widows mourn
[03:15.75] From the newspaper clippin's and microform
[03:21.24] From Geneva, The Hague and Nuremberg
[03:25.80] From the sex of this world that I'll no longer taste
[03:35.19] Won't you bury me far from my uniform
[03:41.62] So God might remember my face
[03:47.18] I know God will remember my face
[03:51.75] Merciful God, please remember my face
[03:59.22]
[00:14.48] Must've been Tuesday, I don't know the date
[00:19.93] I gave everything everyone asked for
[00:24.50] But I say where I be laid
[00:31.92] The many dead of my comrades
[00:36.63] All look the same in this place
[00:40.38] Won't you bury me far from my uniform
[00:45.87] So God might remember my face
[00:55.15] Do not bother with Congress
[01:00.69] With the rich or with the rest
[01:05.33] I fought their battles in this world
[01:09.97] But I'll not fight for them in the next
[01:16.46] Do not find me justice
[01:22.85] Just find me a grave
[01:27.53] And then bury me far from my uniform
[01:32.15] So God might remember my face
[01:41.34] Oh my mother, you'll weep and you'll crumble
[01:46.00] Take me out of your dreams that I'm in
[01:51.56] I can't take another what's not
[01:56.17] I'm sick to hear what could have been
[02:03.51] I'll not return to your table
[02:08.18] So don't save me a place
[02:12.85] Just bury me far from my uniform
[02:19.21] So God might remember my face
[02:27.63] I'm not a cause, not a Christ, not a ransom
[02:32.22] I'm not a reason, I'm not a debate
[02:38.68] And I swear that I'm no one's example
[02:42.49] I'm not a number, I'm not a crusade
[02:48.89] War is older than mankind
[02:55.39] But it's younger than grace
[02:59.92] Won't you bury me far from my uniform
[03:05.53] From the iron cross medals I would've worn
[03:10.18] From the statues that sisters and widows mourn
[03:15.75] From the newspaper clippin's and microform
[03:21.24] From Geneva, The Hague and Nuremberg
[03:25.80] From the sex of this world that I'll no longer taste
[03:35.19] Won't you bury me far from my uniform
[03:41.62] So God might remember my face
[03:47.18] I know God will remember my face
[03:51.75] Merciful God, please remember my face
[03:59.22]