i said the morning mist is burning slow blood on sons and brothers gonna flow tomorrow will i live lord i just don t know i said morning comes we march again into the fields of the killing man i don t know where i m going or just where i been oh where i ve been at times i feel so alone yeah hope to find my way back home mama i done asked the lord he told me son lord i just don t know harvester of pain no i ain t the one to blame harvester of pain i ve been caught between the blue the gray i said mama i done killed a man was told he wasn t part of the plan don t worry none i be getting by best that i can oh yeah i say every day s a living hell oh the reaper be a weaving his spell now sergeant take me aside tell me son peace ain t what we need is hell at times i feel so alone hope to find my way back home mama i done asked the lord he told me son yeah i just don t know  i wish i was somewhere else lord yeah at times i feel so alone hope to find my way back home mama i done asked the lord he told me son yeah yeah yeah yeah blue the gray i ain t the one to blame