Ricky Skaggs - Two soldiers

He was ^Djust a blue-eyed ^CBoston boy His voice was low with ^Gpain. "I'll ^Ddo your bidding ^Ccomrade mine, If I ride back ^Gagain. But ^Dif you ride back and ^GI am left You'll ^Ddo as much for me. Mother you know, must ^Chear the news So ^Dwrite to her ^Ctender^Gly."

"She's ^Dwaiting at home like a ^Cpatient saint Her fond face ^Gpale with woe. Her ^Dheart will be broken ^Cwhen I am gone I'll see her soon, I ^Gknow" Just ^Dthen the order ^Gcame to charge For an ^Dinstant hand touched hand They said "Aye" and a^Cway they rode That brave and devoted ^Gband.

^DStraight was the track to the ^Ctop of the hill The rebels they shot and ^Gshelled. ^DPlowed furrows of death through the ^Ctoilling ranks And guarded them as they ^Gfell There ^Dsoon came a horrible ^Gdying yell From ^Dheights that they could not gain And those that doom and ^Cdeath had spared Rode slowly back a^Ggain.

But ^Damong the dead that were ^Cleft on the hill Was the boy with the curly ^Ghair The ^Dtall dark man that ^Crode by his side Lay ^Gdead be^Cside him ^Gthere There's ^Dno one to write to the ^Gblue-eyed girl The ^Dwords that her lover had said ^DMomma, you know, a^Cwaits the news And she'll only know he's ^Gdead.