Oh brother, I'm tired; My courage gone away, My gunit won't fire, and my legs can't bear this weight. I want to run far, So far from this place, Where the grass grows tall. I hid beneath the blades. Put me out to pasture. I don't want to live on this battlefield. Put me out to pasture. I don't want to live on this battlefield. Oh brother, I tried, I can't see it anymore. Now I forgot why; Oh, who am I fighting for? I want to lie down, my memory erased, Upon the soft ground, I can feel it's warm embrace. Put me out to pasture, I don't want to live on this battlefield no more. Put me out to paasture, I don't want to live on this battlefield. And then the sun upon your face And the silent wind pushed across the plains. How long must I wait? Put me out to pasture, I don't want to live on this battlefield no more. Put me out to pasture, I don't want to live on this battlefield. Put me out to pasture, Put me out to pasture, Put me out to pasture, Put me out to pasture, (Done)