Billy Don't Play The Banjo Any More

 

   
See the black wagon rolling along
stop just outside our door.
Heard my mother crying a mournful sound,
Billy, don't play the banjo any more.

Pockets full of money, bells on his chest,
when they brought brother Billy home from the war.
They said he was a hero, braver than all the rest,
Billy won't play the banjo any more.

In my heart I can hear his banjo ringing,
but my mind can only hear the canon roar.
Can't help thinking: "War is a shameful thing."

Billy don't play the banjo any more.
Billy don't play the banjo any more.