lyrics by Tom Karais
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Lyrics
With a rebel yell, we fall into line
left step first, we followed and kept in time.
to see those Yanks piss in their
boots as we give a yell and a hoot.
See glory fly in the air
the stars and bars are waving everywhere.
From the Mississippi to the Alabama line
we will win this fight, then we drink the wine.
The smell of gunpowder and musket balls fills the air.
I see my brothers fight and fall here and there.
Some will not see the end of the fight,
and only the lucky ones the night.
it was then i noticed some that was not right.
The Yanks defense is too strong,
and I fear it won't be long.
till we all rest in hell.
hear the rebel yell!
then the grapeshot aimed at our vest
I felt the shrapnel in my chest.
knocking me down, I knew all was lost.
the sound of the retreat was the cost.
a brother pulls me from the mud
blood from my wounds like soapy suds.
The day was lost, and the battle is now over.
I see the souls of my brothers in the air.
Sometimes my mind seems to smell the blood,
but i feel the more theses days it just smells like mud.