Abe, put the horse in the stable With the last of the water and grain Bring a torch to the field And we'll burn fifty years away
Bring down your sister's blue ribbon The one that she won at the fair And since Richmond has fell You'd best poison the well on your way
Make up a bed in the wagon And bring every blanket you find This damn winter's cold so cold And your mother's so old for the ride
I know, Abe, it's hard what I'm askin' To leave half a lifetime to them But armies don't care If your sons were born there And the bullets don't see Who they're taking from me And I know you'll not cry When I tell you that I've got to stay A debt to payTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
