For Dixie

I hear the bells ringing, in the church where I was raised. 
Mama took us faithfully, praying we'd be saved. 
After years of wandering, I'm going back today.
Six carrying my pine box to the field where I shall lay.

I left our farm two years ago, just barely twenty-one.
I rode away with rebel pride, some water and my gun.
I marched against the yankee troops never backing down.
Now here I'll lay forever more underneath this hallowed ground.

We marched into battle as the enemy lay in wait.
I saw a distant plume of smoke as the bullet sealed my fate.
A ball of lead has pierced my chest and lodged against my heart.
My soul has left my body and from this world departs.

As I am laid in the ground please do not cry for me.
March onward into battle and claim the victory.
I gave my life for Dixie, for the South I fought and killed.
I left this world with a Rebel yell as I fell upon that hill.

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