40 Dead Men

I got a letter
 Not feeling better
 Seven ways to kill your brother
 I got to get home before I kill another
 Forty men dead, shot in the head
 Forty men dead, fields of red
 Calling the captain
 I need a way back home
 Quartermaster, heed my words
 I'm gonna burn these fields like the streets of Rome
 Forty men dead, shot in the head
 Forty men dead, fields of red
 Well, I laid down my rifle
 And I laid down my sword
 And I ain't gonna fight your war
 Not anymore
 Said I laid down my pistol
 And I swore to my lord
 I ain't gonna fight thеir war
 Not anymore
 Oh, I ain't gonna fight your war
 Not anymore