THE SUN BURNED DOWN ON THEM...
FIELDS OF WHEAT, AS WE...
MARCHED THAT ROAD INTO GETTYSBURG.

I GUESS WE COME NEARLY...
60 MILES IN THE LAST TWO DAYS...
JUST TO KILL THEM.

IN 1861 I ENLISTED ON THE RUN...
BY 1862 I HAD MARCHED RIGHT THOUGH MY SHOES...
COME 1863...I SEEN ALL I WANT TO SEE...
OF LINCOLNS' LIBERTY...AND OF KILL'N.

STILL...THE CANNON FIRE COMES...
UPON THE SOFT WIND...
AS THE DRUMMER SOUNDS THE DOUBLE QUICK.

ACROSS THEM FARM FIELDS...
ALL LINED WITH DEAD MEN...
WHO HELD THAT LINE...TIL THE VERY END.

IN 1861 I ENLISTED ON THE RUN...
BY 1862 I HAD MARCHED RIGHT THROUGH MY SHOES...
COME 1863...I SEEN ALL I WANT TO SEE...
OF LINCOLNS' LIBERTY...AND OF KILL'N.

SO TELL MY MAMA...
AND ALL OF MY KIN...
THAT I WON'T BE COMIN' HOME AGAIN.

'CAUSE I HEAR THE GOOD LORD CALLIN...
OUT MY NAME...
FROM THE DEVILS' DEN.

IN 1861 I ENLISTED ON THE RUN...
BY 1862 I HAD MARCHED RIGHT THROUGH MY SHOES...
COME 1863...I SEEN ALL I'M GONNA SEE...
OF LINCOLNS' LIBERTY...AND OF KILL'N.

THE SUN BURNED DOWN ON THEM...
FIELDS OF WHEAT AS WE...
MARCHED THAT ROAD INTO GETTYSBURG.

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