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I turned 17, spring of 1861 |
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And I killed 20 men 'fore |
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I turned 2120 holes and 20 men, 20 holes they's buried in |
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There they lay in the cold red |
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Georgia play at |
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Catoosa County |
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I can hear the screaming, |
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I can smell black powder burning |
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Cannon balls flying and the |
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Gatling guns turning |
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Thousand souls, a thousand men, a thousand holes they's buried in |
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Shallow graves in the cold heart |
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Georgia play at |
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Catoosa County |
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And the blue and the gray, paint the colors of the light |
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How the old men found a way to send the young men out to die |
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If I could |
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I would place a 100 billion dollar bounty |
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On the hate that makes a war that digs graves at |
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Catoosa County |
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Night falling on the hills and the blue moon comes a-shining |
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And I can hear the weeper wail and the [Incomprehensible] whining |
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And all the souls of all the men roll in the holes they's buried in |
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Blue and gray and the blood red |
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Georgia play at |
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Catoosa County |
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And the blue and the gray, part the colors of the light |
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And it's true you can't pray but even |
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God ain't saying why |
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If I could |
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I would place a 100 billion dollar bounty |
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On the hate that makes wars that digs graves at |
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Catoosa County |
