From the recording Don't Wait
Lyrics
Potter's Field (Mishler)
Bury me in Potter's Field, with the people who were real
Dug the ditches, pushed the plow. Cleaned the houses, found out how
How the world works. 'Neath the iron fist of greed
Dominators, exploiting human need
Bury me in Potter's Field, with the heroes who were real
Dropped the hammer, turned the wrench. Shot in jungle, gassed in trench
Learned the hard way. How badly chosen battles go
Gluttons of war, as patriots they pose
Bury me in Potter's Field, with the people who were real
Nursed the patients had the kids. Lost it all and hit the skids
In a sad place. Where options have run out
Among the nameless cruel fate scattered about
Bury me in Potter's Field ...
Bill Mishler - Lead vocals, drum
Larry Ingenthron - Acoustic guitar
Ken Long - Electric lead guitar
Chris Purdum - Bass, backing vocals
Autumn Rose - Banjo, backing vocals