Em D Em
Boom bah bah, boom bah bah boom,
D Em
Twelve riders in the gloom
D Em A
Seven show red and the rest are dead,
Em D Em
But the First Battalion's home.
[Verse 2]
Em D Em
Boom bah bah, boom bah bah boom,
D Em
You can hear the hoof beats boom,
D Em A
The drums are low, and the pace is slow,
Em D Em
But the First Battalion's home.
[Verse 3]
A Em
So run to your homes, Virginia gals
A Em
And fix your hair with pins
A Em
And give them wine and kisses,
D Em
But don't ask them where they've been.
[Verse 4]
Em D Em
Boom bah bah, boom bah bah boom,
D Em
And Richmond is their tomb,
D Em D
There's a hundred still at Richmond,
Em D Em A
Three hundred dead at Gettysburg,
Em D Em A
And a hundred more we've never found,
Em D Em
But the First Battalion's home.
[Verse 5]
A Em
So hold him close and keep him warm
A Em
And hang his coat away
A Em
And don't you mind that spot of red,
D Em
That's spread in through the gray.
[Verse 6]
Em D Em
Boom bah bah, boom bah bah boom,
D Em
And Richmond is their tomb,
D Em D
There's a hundred still at Richmond,
Em D Em A
Three hundred dead at Gettysburg,
Em D Em A
And a hundred more we've never found,
Em D Em Em Em
But the First Battalion's home.
