Southeastern Son - Turnpike Troubadours

Well I guess I was born with a gun in my hand

We’d walk the big clearcuts in the pine timberland

Well the army man told me that I could defend the free

Aw and draw me a paycheck, get a tech-school degree

I said hey now Sergeant, that sure does sound fine

Well the sawmill ain’t hiring, tell me where do I sign

Won’t you light a lantern for me

I’ll be gone but not for long

Won’t you keep a candle burning

Won’t you leave a porch light on

Well my hands are still steady and they still hold a gun

And this suit of a soldier for your Southeastern son

Well tell mom not to worry if she’s taking it hard

Never thought I’d see action back when I joined the Guard

Well all this will be over more later than soon

As I wrote in a letter beneath the big Afghan moon

Won’t you light a lantern for me

I’ll be gone but not for long

Won’t you keep a candle burning

Won’t you leave a porch light on

Won’t you light a lantern for me

I’ll be gone but not for long

Won’t you keep a candle burning

Won’t you leave a porch light on