The Great Disappointment - Saint John Brown Lyrics

Saint John Brown
Johnny burn the powder bright
Johnny let the Lord's love light
That engine room
Saint John Brown
Johnny draw the righteous sword
For the army of the Lord
Comes marching soon
Saint John Brown
Called to Kansas with his sons
Runnin' refugees and guns
And servin' God
Saint John Brown
Called to spill bushwhacker blood
Left five dyin' in the mud
And fearin' God
How does John Brown speak for Heaven?
When mortal sinners go to Hell?
You can ask the Devil, face to face
John Brown will send you there himself
Saint John Brown
Johnny burn the powder bright
Johnny let the Lord's love light
That engine room
Saint John Brown
Johnny draw the righteous sword
For the army of the Lord
Comes marching soon
Draw the righteous sword, Saint John Brown
Draw the righteous sword, Saint John Brown
Spill bushwhacker blood, Saint John Brown
Spill their cursed blood, oh Saint John Brown