Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Missionary Ridge, artist - Shovels & Rope.
Date of issue: 06.10.2016
Song language: English
Missionary Ridge |
It was a faction of the Army of the Cumberland, the 15th Army Corp |
Just a few years back were a bunch of boys that never left home before |
But the shame of Chickamauga, so hungry they could almost die |
Without any order from the General, they clamored up the mountain side |
Clamored up the mountain side |
Don’t go whistling Dixie on Missionary Ridge |
Don’t call to arms those poltergeists, open up the casket lid |
You’ll wake those boys to wander among the old carnage |
So don’t go whistling Dixie on Missionary Ridge |
On the 25th of November it happened in the broad daylight |
Gazing down on Chattanooga, Bragg could not foresee the fight |
Out numbered by the blue coats 2-to-1, he tucked his tail to flee |
The Union broke the Confederate line and marched out to the sea |
Marched out to the sea |
Don’t go whistling Dixie on Missionary Ridge |
Don’t call to arms those poltergeists, open up the casket lid |
You’ll wake those boys to wander among the old carnage |
So don’t go whistling Dixie on Missionary Ridge |
In the stillness of the morning, when you breath that mountain air |
The chill that you will feel, reminds you what happened there |
When the light drips down the mountain, and the fog lifts from its face |
The darkness of that memory lies buried in a sunny place |
Don’t go whistling Dixie on Missionary Ridge |
Don’t call to arms those poltergeists, open up the casket lid |
You’ll wake those boys to wander among the old carnage |
So don’t go whistling Dixie on Missionary Ridge |