Rifle from Axehandle Road by The Orchards

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2.	Rifle	4:52

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fog on the river, so familiar
a rider did come, bearing my son
eyes and hair like a stranger

i raised my rifle up high

history lends me its scope
we'd hang ourselves with enough rope
as i take aim, who is to blame
it's gray like the horse and its ghost

i raised my rifle up high
i heard the morning bell chime
and i watched them pass by

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from Axehandle Road, released March 14, 2014

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