In the Spring of ‘61, I kissed my mother goodbye
I put on a blue uniform and I fought for Lincoln’s side
Until I got caught by Johnny Reb in the woods near Chapel Hill
And I wish to God he’d have killed me then
But he sent me to Andersonville

My uniform is faded and there’s no boots upon my feet
And I’m pulling worms out of the mud
Cause there’s nothing else to eat

And the Rebs can’t even feed their own
So there’s no way they can fill
The bellies of the Yankees
Starving in Andersonville

Some men are born to preach God’s word
Some men are born to kill
And I guess I was only born to die in Andersonville

I dug a whole with my bare hands in the red Georgia clay
Cause there ain’t no shelter from the sun
Or the cold wind or the rain

And I’m too damn weak to stand up at all
So I just lay quiet and still
And they can bury me in the hole I dug
When I die in Andersonville

I dream the same dream every night
Of a woman that I’ve never known
She’s standing by the warm fireside
She whispers that I’ve come home

 

And in the morning when I wake
I pray some day that she’ll
Lay a flower on my grave
When I die in Andersonville

Some men are born to preach God’s word
Some men are born to kill
I guess I was only born to die in Andersonville

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