Dixieland

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The chords aren't in exact places, 
but youll get the idea pretty 
easily.

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I am Kilrain and I'm a fightin' 
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man and I come from County Clare
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And the Brits would hang me for a 
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Fenian so I took me leave of there
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And I crossed the ocean in the 
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"Arrianne", the vilest tub afloat
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And the captain's brother was a 
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railroad man and he met us at the 
boat
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So I joined up with the 20th Maine 
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like I said my friend I'm a fighting
 man
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And we're marchin' south in the 
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pouring rain
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      A               D
We're all goin' down to Dixieland

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I am Kilrain of the 20th Maine and
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 we fight for Chamberlain
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'Cause he stood right with us when 
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the Johnnies came like a banshee on 
the wind
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In the smoke smeared hell of 
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Gettysburg many a mother wept
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For many a good boy died there, 
                         Bm
sure, and the air smelt just like 
death

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I am the Kilrain of the 20th 
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Maine and I marched to hell and back
 again
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For Colonel Joshua Chamberlain -
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 we're all goin' down to Dixieland

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I am the Kilrain of the 20th Maine
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 and I damn all gentlemen
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Whose only worth is their father's 
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name and the sweat of a workin' man
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Well we come from the farms and 
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the city streets and a hundred 
foreign lands
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And we spilled our blood in the 
battle's heat
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Now we're all Americans
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I am the Kilrain of the 20th 
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Maine did I tell you friend I'm a 
fightin' man
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And I'll not be back this way 
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again, 'cause we're all goin' down 
to Dixieland