Smoke From The Barrel    

D Chapman / D Finnie 2012 ©

Dark and wet, in the trenches, where we lay
A blinding fright of light, turns nightime into day
Smoke from the barrel, is all that I can see
Firing blindly to a hidden enemy

Chorus
Smoke from the barrel, bullet from the gun
Whichever way you look at it, we`re all some mother’s son
Smoke from the barrel, bullet from the gun
At both ends of the barrel, we`re all some mother’s son

Canon thunder, splits the wind and rain
Heavens open, on this hell of burning pain
Do or die, at another man’s behest
This one’s for king and country son
You know it`s for the best

Chorus
Smoke from the barrel, bullet from the gun
Whichever way you look at it, we`re all some mother’s son
Smoke from the barrel, bullet from the gun
At both ends of the barrel, we`re all some mother’s son

Shadows dancing over no man’s land, as the sun sets in the sky, I ask why ?
My eyes and the smoke are playing tricks on me
Is that my sweetheart, or is it his I see ?

Chorus