I have heard the cannons thundering all night
And I cannot sleep for wondering why's a rebel's cause so right
And the morphine seems to do no good at all
And I would run away it I would not fall
I joined the southern cavalry for fun
And I had rode a thousand horses
Always had a way with a gun

Now I'm among the horseless riders lying still
Swallowed up by the cause on the widows hill
And I dreamed about a rose in a Spanish garden
And I kissed you and I placed it in your hair
And if I'm ever on my feet again I will
And I will run all the way just to meet you there

Through the day I watched those southern boys go down
And they lay like Georgia peaches bruised and broken on the ground
Through the night I wondered was it worth the pain
And I cried not revenge I called your name

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Writer(s): BUTCH MCDADE, JAMES H., JR. BROWN