A Hundred Days

Six hundred miles on a open boat

Only company is the buffalo

We travel light but it’s a heavy load

Pulling up the river

A hundred days since I left my home

Signed a piece of paper and we hit the road

Captain said that we were going out

Where nobody had gone to

CHORUS

Now you’re telling me that it was

All in the name of glory

Don’t mean that much to a dying man

Just foolish men with our foolish pride

Now I’m packing up my bags for the other side

Every Sunday I been on my knees

Looking for my ticket to the open sea

Praying wasn’t good enough for me

And my time is getting shorter

Now my candle is a-burnin’ low

You did all that you could but it’s my time to go

Just make a bed down by the riverbank

With the water flowing by me

Someday when they write the book

About the heroes and the horses and the men it took

Just tell em all I did the best I could

And I died without surrender