On Palastine
By JJ Grey and Mofro
Transcribed by Slobrien (aka Mike O)

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That stormy morning felt like a dream 
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he told me then  of what he'd seen 

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A child a man  in times gone bad 
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faces of stone  lined hard and sad 

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One Sunday day  they all came home 
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all that they had  was burned and gone 
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The timber men  their pistols gleamed 
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a lifetime lost  on Palastine 


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He made a stand  he would not run 
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he dropped the hoe  and picked up the gun 

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And then one night he disappeared 
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it fed the worst of all their fears 

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They found him quiet  high in a tree 
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he flew away  from Palastine
 
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Then came the day  they moved away 
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more gunmen came they could not stay 

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To Glen St. Mary  to Olustee 
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but we still dream  of Palastine