War News Blues

You may turn your radio on soon in the morning, sad news

every day

You may turn your radio on soon in the morning, sad news

every day

Yes, you know, I got a warning, trouble is on its way

Poor children running, crying, "Whoa, mama, mama, now

what shall we do?"

Poor children running, crying, "Whoa, mama, mama, now

what shall we do?"

"Yes" she said, "You had better pray, children, same

thing is happening to mama too"

I'm gonna dig me a hole this morning, dig it deep down in

the ground

I'rn gonna dig me a hole this morning, dig it deep down

in the ground

So if it should happen to drop a bomb around somewhere, I

can't hear the echo when it sounds