歌曲名 John Brown (Live At Town Hall, New York, Ny April 1963)

歌手名 Bob Dylan

作词：Bob Dylan

作曲：Bob Dylan

When John Brown went off

To war to fight on a foreign shore

His mama sure was proud of him

He stood straight and tall in his uniform and all

His mama's face broke out all to a grin

Oh son you look so fine

I'm glad you're a son of mine

You make me proud to know you hold a gun

Do you what the captain says

Lots of medals you will get

And we'll put them on the wall

when you come home

When that old train pulled out

John's ma began to shout

Tellin' ev'rybody in the neighborhood

That's my son that's about to go

He's a stranger

He is soldier now you know

She made well sure her neighbors understood

She got a letter once in a while

And her face broke into a smile

As she showed them to the people from next door

And she bragged about her son

with his uniform and gun

And these things you called

a good old-fashioned war

Now good old-fashioned war

Then the letters ceased to come

For a long time they did not come

They ceased to come for about ten months or more

When a letter finally came saying

Go down and meet the train

Your son's a-coming home from the war

She smiled and went right down

She looked everywhere around

But she did not see her soldier son in sight

But as all the people passed

She saw her son at last

When she did she could hardly believe her eyes

Oh his face was all shot up

And his hand was all blown off

As he wore a metal brace around his waist

He whispered kind of slow

In a voice she did not know

While she couldn't even recognize his face

Not recognize his face

Tell me

My darling son

Pray tell me what they done

How is it you come to be this way

As he tried his best to talk

But his mouth could hardly move

And his mother had to turn her face away

Don't you remember ma when I went off to war

You thought it was the best thing I could do

I was on the battleground

You were home acting proud

And got you wasn't standing in my shoes

And I thought when I was there

God what am I doing here

I'm a-tryin' to kill somebody or die tryin'

But the thing that scared me most was

When my enemy came close

And I saw that his face looked just like mine

Oh Lord just like mine

And I couldn't help but think

Through the thunder rolling and stink

That I was just a puppet in a play

And through the roar and smoke

This string is finally broke

And a cannonball blew my eyes away

As he turned away to walk

His ma was still in shock

Seein' the metal brace that helped him stand

But as he turned to go

He called his mother close

And he dropped his medals down into her hand

Lord Lord down into her hand