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AmIn the spring of G'61 I kissed my mother good- Ambye I put on a blue Guniform and I fought for Lincoln's Amside 'Til GI got caught by AmJohnny Reb In the Gwoods near Chapel EHill I Amwish to God he would have Ckilled me then But he Gsent me to Anderson Amville G Am
My uniform is Gfaded and there's no boots upon my Amfeet And I'm pulling worms out Gof the mud 'Cause there's nothing else to Ameat And the Grebs can't even Amfeed there own So Gthere's no way they can Efill the Ambellies of the CYankees GStarving in Anderson Amville
Some Gmen are born to Ampreach God's word GSome men are born to Ekill And I Amguess that I was Conly born To Gdie in Anderson Amville G Am
I dug a hole with my Gbare hands in the red Georgia Amclay 'Cause there ain't no shelter Gfrom the sun Or the cold wind, or the Amrain And I'm Gtoo damn weak to stand Amup at all So I Gjust lay quiet and Estill And they can Ambury me in the Chole I dug When I Gdie in Anderson Amville
Some Gmen are born to Ampreach God's word GSome men are born to Ekill And I Amguess that I was Conly born To Gdie in Anderson Amville G Am
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G(EAm ) G Am G Am C G Am I dream the same dream Gevery night Of a woman that I've never Amknown She's standing by a Gwarm fireside And she whispers that I've come Amhome GEvery morning Amwhen I wake I Gpray someday that Eshe'll AmLay a flower Con my grave When I Gdie in Anderson Amville
Some Gmen are born to Ampreach God's word GSome men are born to Ekill And I Amguess that I was Conly born To Gdie in Anderson Amville And I Amguess that I was Conly born To Gdie in Anderson Amville