Wilderness

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We were marchin' down the orange 
plank road
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when the federals first we spied.
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By the old wilderness tavern the 
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armies did collide.
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Lead began to fill and whistle 
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through the air
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and the dead and dying piled up, 
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their blood was everywhere.

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In the wilderness, I was just 
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seventeen.
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By far the bloody angle was the 
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worst I'd ever seen
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In the wilderness

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We broke in disorder and fled into
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 the pines.
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Tangled in the underbrush, we 
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couldn't find our lines.
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We faced them there for hours, till
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 it grew too dark to fight.
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And the groans and cries for water
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 went unanswered in the night.

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In the wilderness, the early 
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days of june.
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Lyin with the dyin, 'neath the green
 virginia moon.
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In the wilderness, where the devil
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 tempted christ,
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Lee got on the radio and ordered up 
a strike.
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In the wilderness.

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So we set the woods on fire, 
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stopped them in their tracks.
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We laughed as we saw them runnin, 
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shot them in the backs.
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They never saw it comin from the 
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guns up in the trees.
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So we let them have it one more 
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time as they fell down to their 
knees.
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In the wilderness.


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I was way out in the wilderness 
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with the stonewall brigade.
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The captain saw my wounds and said
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 son prayin aint my trade.
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Jets were roarin over, we beheld 
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the pride of mars,
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With hearts the size of houses and 
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eyes ablaze like stars.

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In the wilderness the serpent 
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wears a crown,
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but their were angels in the 
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treetops as I lay my body down.
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In the wilderness I was just 
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seventeen,
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by far the bloody angle was the 
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worst i'd ever see.
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In the wilderness.