| France’s sun was slowly sinking o’er the hilltops far away
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| The land was in its beauty where the dying soldier lay
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| Tears were streaming down his face as he slowly raised his head
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| And these were the dying words he said
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| Oh, carry me back to old Tennessee
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| Let this be my last repose
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| Lay my feet beneath the lilacs
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| Lay my head beneath the rose
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| (Instrumental break)
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| Take this message to my mother for I know she’s old and gray
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| At home I know she’s waiting, looking for her boy some day
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| Oh, dear mother, I pulled through for my country and for you
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| And I’m dying for the red, white, and blue
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| Oh, carry me back to old Tennessee
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| Let this be my last repose
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| Lay my feet beneath the lilacs
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| Lay my head beneath the rose
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| (Instrumental break)
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| O’er the hills of Tennessee where the wild winds wander free
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| The little girl waiting there for me Tell her that the rose she gave me will be placed upon my grave
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| In memory of her soldier brave
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| Oh, carry me back to old Tennessee
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| Let this be my last repose
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| Lay my feet beneath the lilacs
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| Lay my head beneath the rose |