Clutch - David Rose lyrics

Old John Brown left Kansas before
The blood had dried
And as he rode his head did
Shine like the sun in mid-July
In a tiny farm house by Brunswick piano
He warmed his boots by the fireplace
And read aloud from Samuel

David rose to beat the Philistines with
Five smooth stones and a sling

One October morning his army did approach
The armory that sat between
The Potomac and Shenandoah
The engine house flung open with
Report of several guns
When it was done he looked upon
The bodies of his dying sons
David rose to beat the Philistines
With five smooth stones and a sling

Throughout our history there are those ghosts
Compelled to illustrate our dreams and hopes
Victors hang in pictures, losers from ropes
Regardless they all swing in the same boat

Yeahyeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah

In Southampton County 'round 1831
Nat Turner prayed and the cornstalks swayed
A voice rose up and a text was raised
In the planter's steak house they
Went from room to room
When it was done they rode
Along to liberate Jerusalem

David rose to beat the Philistines
With five smooth stones and a sling

Throughout our history there are those ghosts
Compelled to illustrate our dreams and hopes
Victors hang in pictures, losers from ropes
Regardless they all swing in the same boat