This Is My Rifle - Words and Music by Mark Maysey

This song is now available as a single download at cdbaby and other online retailers of music: I think we can all agree on one thing about wars, they kill a lot of people and leave behind a lot of destruction. Those unfortunate to be caught in the cross hairs of political divides are the ones who often suffer the most, and for many soldiers the biggest battles they fight are when they return home. This song is dedicated to all those affected by war directly or indirectly, and may one day we truly find a better way to resolve our differences, imagine a world like that. I’d like to extend a very special thanks to Rick and his wife Alice for their outstanding contributions to this video. Your musical productions for this Rick was outstanding to say the least and Alice you did an exceptional job on the video, Noy and I are truly grateful to both of you for sharing our stories with us. Mark and Noy I encourage everyone to visit Ricks channel, it’s filled with great music and good vibrations. I sincerely thank everyone for taking the time to watch this video and your kind words are always welcome and greatly appreciated. Mark, Noy, Rick and Alice This is My Rifle words and music by Mark Maysey (verse) back in sixty nine I didn’t have a care before they called my number I chopped off all my hair said goodbye to Mama dad and uncle Dan boarded an airplane and headed off for Nam (verse) he called us to attention as we stepped off the plane checked us off a list as he called out our names then he picked up his rifle and raised it in the air he grabbed his crotch with his other hand as we all stood and stared and he said... (chorus) this is my rifle this is my gun one is for killing the others for fun so until this war is over or until your time is done this is your rifle and this one is your gun (verse) thirty years have passed since I stepped off that plane the nightmares haven’t ended and neither has the pain I’ve drank my share of liquor and smoked my share of grass but I can’t unload the memories or these few words from my past (chorus No. 2) this is my rifle this is my gun one is for killing the others for fun so until this war is over or until your time is done this is my rifle and this one is my gun verse a dear friend of mine he finally called it quits they found him one cold morning face down in a ditch a bullet through his brain his rifle at his side and one old rusted dog tag dated nineteen sixty nine verse when they turned his body over they found his written note it wasn’t but a few lines but the last he ever wrote and when they laid him in his grave on that cold December day I took those words he’d written and I began to sing... (3rd chorus) this is my rifle this is my gun one is for killing the others for fun so until this war is over or until my time is done this is my rifle and this one is my gun (end) back in sixty nine I didn’t have a care before they called my number I chopped off all my hair