| I have heard the cannons thundering all night
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| And I cannot sleep for wondering why’s a rebel’s cause so right
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| And the morphine seems to do no good at all
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| And I would run away it I would not fall
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| I joined the southern cavalry for fun
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| And I had rode a thousand horses
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| Always had a way with a gun
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| Now I’m among the horseless riders lying still
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| Swallowed up by the cause on the widows hill
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| And I dreamed about a rose in a Spanish garden
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| And I kissed you and I placed it in your hair
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| And if I’m ever on my feet again I will
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| And I will run all the way just to meet you there
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| Through the day I watched those southern boys go down
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| And they lay like Georgia peaches bruised and broken on the ground
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| Through the night I wondered was it worth the pain
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| And I cried not revenge I called your name
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| Now I’m among the horseless riders lying still
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| Swallowed up by the cause on the widows hill
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| And I dreamed about a rose in a Spanish garden
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| And I kissed you and I placed it in your hair
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| And if I’m ever on my feet again I will |
| And I will run all the way just to meet you there |