Lyrics

Folded lights and flooded gray
The drum and fife are miles away
Letters home tucked away
She'll never read them at least not today

Dark birds fly in for their banquet
The fields are worn with souls and sweat
And on and on we fight from town to town
My brother's gone I can't help him now

It's been a slow win
It's been a slow win

Bullets sing and building clap
The captain brings us cigarettes
We took the bridge and turned the river red
The fascists danced their last minuet

It's been a slow win
It's been a slow win

Home again confetti flies
The brass band brays beneath cobalt skies
And down on Main with him she's hand in hand
But my old tired heart don't give a damn

It's been a slow win
It's been a slow win
It's been a slow win
It's been a slow win

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