| Song | Dixieland |
| Artist | Steve Earle |
| Album | The Mountain |
| 作词 : Earle | |
| I am kilrain and i'm a fightin' man and i come from county clare | |
| And the brits would hang me for a fenian so i took me leave of there | |
| And i crossed the ocean in the 'arrianne' the vilest tub afloat | |
| And the captain's brother was a railroad man and he met us the boat | |
| So i joined up with the 20th maine like i said my friend i'm a fighting man | |
| And we're marchin' south in the pouring rain and we're all goin' down to dixieland | |
| I am kilrain of the 20th maine and we fight for chamberlain | |
| ＆cause he stood right with us when the johnnies came like a banshee on the wind | |
| When the smoke cleared out of gettysburg many a mother wept | |
| For many a good boy died there, sure, and the air smelted just like death | |
| I am kilrain of the 20th maine and i'd march to hell and back again | |
| For colonel joshua chamberlain - we're all goin' down to dixieland | |
| I am kilrain of the 20th maine and i damn all gentlemen | |
| Whose only worth is their father's name and the sweat of a workin' man | |
| Well we come from the farms and the city streets and a hundred foreign lands | |
| And we spilled our blood in the battle's heat | |
| Now we're all americans | |
| I am kilrain of the 20th maine and did i tell you friend i'm a fightin' man | |
| And i'll not be back this way again, ＆cause we're all goin' down to dixieland |
| zuò cí : Earle | |
| I am kilrain and i' m a fightin' man and i come from county clare | |
| And the brits would hang me for a fenian so i took me leave of there | |
| And i crossed the ocean in the ' arrianne' the vilest tub afloat | |
| And the captain' s brother was a railroad man and he met us the boat | |
| So i joined up with the 20th maine like i said my friend i' m a fighting man | |
| And we' re marchin' south in the pouring rain and we' re all goin' down to dixieland | |
| I am kilrain of the 20th maine and we fight for chamberlain | |
| cause he stood right with us when the johnnies came like a banshee on the wind | |
| When the smoke cleared out of gettysburg many a mother wept | |
| For many a good boy died there, sure, and the air smelted just like death | |
| I am kilrain of the 20th maine and i' d march to hell and back again | |
| For colonel joshua chamberlain we' re all goin' down to dixieland | |
| I am kilrain of the 20th maine and i damn all gentlemen | |
| Whose only worth is their father' s name and the sweat of a workin' man | |
| Well we come from the farms and the city streets and a hundred foreign lands | |
| And we spilled our blood in the battle' s heat | |
| Now we' re all americans | |
| I am kilrain of the 20th maine and did i tell you friend i' m a fightin' man | |
| And i' ll not be back this way again, cause we' re all goin' down to dixieland |