(Song title from Blind Willie McTell’s catalogue, by McTell)

A soldier proudly marches,
Off to war he goes,
Into a terrible struggle,
Facing agonising blows,
His head oozing on the ground,
His eyes water running out,
His friends are dead around him,
No sanctuary or aid about,
He gives up the fight but in his dreams,
He imagines the women left behind,
His mother, his lover, his daughter,
Three women blues he finds,
He prays for them with his last breath,
And attains peace with his unnecessary death.