Lyrics Missionary Ridge - Shovels & Rope

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