Andersonville

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In the spring of '61 I kissed my 
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mother good- bye
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I put on a blue uniform and I 
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fought for Lincoln's side
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'Til I got caught by Johnny Reb
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In the woods near Chapel Hill
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I wish to God he would have killed 
me then
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But he sent me to Anderson ville
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My uniform is faded and there's no 
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boots upon my feet
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And I'm pulling worms out of the mud
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'Cause there's nothing else to eat
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And the rebs can't even feed there 
own
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So there's no way they can fill 
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the bellies of the Yankees
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Starving in Anderson ville

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Some men are born to preach God's 
word
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Some men are born to kill
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And I guess that I was only born
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To die in Anderson ville

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I dug a hole with my bare hands in 
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the red Georgia clay
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'Cause there ain't no shelter from 
the sun
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Or the cold wind, or the rain
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And I'm too damn weak to stand up at
 all
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So I just lay quiet and still
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And they can bury me in the hole I 
dug
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When I die in Anderson ville

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Some men are born to preach God's 
word
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Some men are born to kill
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And I guess that I was only born
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To die in Anderson ville

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I dream the same dream every night
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Of a woman that I've never known
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She's standing by a warm fireside
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And she whispers that I've come home
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Every morning when I wake
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I pray someday that she'll
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Lay a flower on my grave
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When I die in Anderson ville

     G               Am
Some men are born to preach God's 
word
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Some men are born to kill
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And I guess that I was only born
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To die in Anderson ville
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And I guess that I was only born
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To die in Anderson ville