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    Mama, if you could see me now
    I'm not the boy you knew in Macon town
    They found a uniform about my size
    It's a little big I guess, but that's alright
    Mama, if you could see me know

    Mama, they're treating me right well
    The men all say I brought this good luck spell
    I am the mascot of the Third Brigade
    They will not march unless I lead the way
    Mama, they're treating me right well

    Mama, I do not have a gun
    I'm only lucky when I'm banging on my drum
    But I skinned a rabbit for the cook last night
    He said that I could keep his bowie knife
    Mama, I do not have a gun

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    Mama, I lost my arrowhead
    It was big enough to strike a bobcat dead
    Must've fallen when I climbed that tree
    Yankee fires as far as I could see
    Mama, I lost my arrowhead

    Mama, the troops are falling in
    And we must move while we've still got the wind
    The scouts are fanning out like whippoorwills
    Today we're marching over Bloody Hill
    Mama, the troops are falling in

    Mama, I never thought I'd run
    But something happened when I saw those Yankees come
    Now I've been running now a week or two
    Too ashamed to come back home to you
    Mama, I never thought I'd run

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    Composición: Richard Shindell

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