| It wasn’t far from Richmond
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| The second day of June
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| The year was 1864
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| The end was closin' soon
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| A long and bitter struggle
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| For the boys in blue and gray
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| The battle of Cold Harbor
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| Was only hours away
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| I woke up long before the sun
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| Cut through the morning sky
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| Wondered as I lay there
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| Was this my time to die
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| Somewhere through the darkness
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| The Union fires glowed
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| A distant bugle’s reveille
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| Was playing soft and low
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| Oh oh, Cold Harbor
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| The battle line was drawn
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| Through the heart of Dixie
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| The thrill of war was gone
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| Rebel flag was faded
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| Waved it far too longed
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| Oh, Cold Harbor
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| The last of the proud
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| Will carry on The morning shook like thunder
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| As through the smoke they came
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| Heavy guns and the musket fire
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| Were pouring down like rain
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| In just one half an hour
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| Ten thousand Federals died
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| My blood ran cold to watch’em fall
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| I closed my eyes and fired
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| Repeat Chorus
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| Yeah
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| Whoa oh oh, Cold Harbor
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| The battle lines was drawn
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| Through the heart of Dixie
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| (Through the heart of Dixie)
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| The thrill of war was gone
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| Our Rebel flag was faded
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| We waved it far too long
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| (Far too long)
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| Oh, Cold Harbor
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| The last of the proud
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| (The last of the proud)
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| Will carry on Carry on Doot doot doot do da doo
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| Doot doot doot do da doo
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| Doot doot doot do da doo
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| Doot doot doo |