Run Brother Run

By Phyllis Sinclair

On Ghost Bones

Released on June 21, 2021

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[Verse 1]

Hurry, brother, don't look back

Run like a deer for the woods

Hurry, brother, don't look back

Run like a deer for the woods

About this time, they'll know that we're gone

They're gonna do what is for our own good

I'm tired of working in the paid man's field

They pay him for his so-called home

Four years working like a chain gang, you

I'm only twelve years old

Run, brother, run


[Verse 2]

Up ahead in the dragline, brother

Wolves and the coyotes beg

They're hungry for a taste of fresh blood, brother

Better save a breath to pray

Sleep will bе light in that timberline

Fear will chеw at our bones

But I'd rather spend the night shivering in that ice

Than warm in some cold hellhole

Run, brother, run


[Chorus]

Run, brother, run

The hounds are barking at our heels

They need someone to till the fields

Bale the hay, cob the corn

Work the moon and early morn'

Run, brother, run, we'll make it home


[Verse 3]

Don't slow down, nightfall's coming

To hide us from the hunter's trail

Those thin-slit eyes that stare us to the ground

Won't stop until we're back in their hill

Ice water fills my gumboots, brother

Tree limbs, they tear at my clothes

My lungs burn hot like a back-handed slap

My feet are bitter cold

Run, brother, run


[Chorus]

Run, brother, run

The hounds are barking at our heels

They need someone to till the fields

Bale the hay, cob the corn

Work the moon and early morn'

Run, brother, run, we'll make it home


[Verse 4]

Did you hear last night in the full moon light

Distant voices closing in?

I swore we were found

And with howls all around, we were Daniel in the lion's den

Echoes raised up high and bang in the dark

They sacrificed their skin for our bones

Now I'd rather trust a den of blood-hungry wolves

Than wolves hidden in sheep's clothes

Run, brother, run


[Chorus]

Run, brother, run

The hounds are barking at our heels

They need someone to till the fields

Bale the hay, cob the corn

Work the moon and early morn'

Run, brother, run, we'll make it home

Run, brother, run, we're almost home


[Outro]

Run, brother, run

Run, brother, run

Run, brother, run