| Verse 1
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| I was born in Pennsylvania
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| In 1851
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| I grew up on my father’s farm, the youngest of three sons
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| The Civil War was raging the year that I turned 12
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| My father joined the ranks of blue, left us by ourselves
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| Boys I tell you true, I learned things I never knew
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| In summer heat, we prayed for rain the first day of July
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| The far of thunder rumbling, no storm clouds in the sky
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| My brothers grabbed their rifles, said to my mother first
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| Mamma that’s the sounds of cannon up by Gettysburg
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| Boys I tell you true, I learned things I never knew
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| Verse 2
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| Two fearful days and sleepless nights
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| We waited with no word
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| Till the guns fell silent the morning of the third
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| My mother watched the road all day and kept me there close by Till dusk was hard upon us and the water jug was dry
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| With bucket and a lantern, I crossed the field alone
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| Heard the sound of snapping twigs and then a quiet moan
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| Captured in my lantern light, his face in ashen grey
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| Huddled in a bloody coat a rebel soldier lay
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| Boys I tell you true, I learned things I never knew
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| (break)
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| Verse 3
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| «I see you have a kind face
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| Please don’t raise a cry
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| If I’m taken prisoner
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| I know I’ll surely die»
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| «I'm wounded And I mean no harm
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| I just need to rest a spell
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| I have fled the battlefield
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| I’ve seen the face of hell»
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| «We came by tens of thousands
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| The battle for to lose
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| We only marched on Gettysburg
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| Because we needed shoes»
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| I looked down at his swollen feet
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| And tried to understand
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| And wondered if my brothers
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| Had died at this man’s hands
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| Boys I tell you true, I learned things I never knew
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| (break)
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| Verse 4
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| I walked back in the cabin
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| Set the bucket down
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| I spoke no word to mother
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| Of why I’d been so long
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| All night we sat beside the fire
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| Praying for good news
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| Then mother, she looked down and asked
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| «Son, where are your shoes?»
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| Boys I tell you true, I learned things I never knew |