Michelle Shocked - Shaking hands soldiers joy

Shaking ^Dmhands and fingers that do tremble, Soldier's Joy has been a bitter pill. Though in ^Gbattle, a brave man I re^Dmsemble, Alone I am a ^A7coward without ^Dmwill.

Pierce ^DmMcGee from the great State of Missouri, To the Show-Me-State militia I belong. And to ^Gjudge from the pride on the Con^Dmfederate side, I'd say five hundred thousand ^A7rebels can't be ^Dmwrong.

A rebel ^Dmstand is no place for a traitor. A loveless Union cannot bend us to her will. Cannot ^Gcommand the soldiers who now ^Dmhate her, Nor demand the fealty ^A7of her genera^Dmls.

I ^Dmtook a rifle ball in my shoulder, But my entire body filled with pain. I ^Gpleaded with them all at the field hospi^Dmtal: "Oh, God, another ^A7shot of morph^Dmine!"

Soldier's ^DmJoy, oh what's the point in pleasure? When it's only meant to kill the pain? Lay down my ^Garms and take the coffin's ^Dmmeasure? Or take up arms and send me ^A7out to fight ag^Dmain?

Shaking ^Dmhands ..was I a coward, was I brave? With shaking hands, I took the bitter pill. Now tell the ^Gstory on my grave, my soul they could not ^Dmsave, What the bullet would not ^A7kill, the needle ^Dmwill!