November of ‘63 High above went down to sea We were home in the lookout mountain
Couldn’t see down through the clouds But there wasn’t any doubt That there were Yankees there Beyond the counting
The union guns began to roar Firing up from the valley floor And through the mist It look like lightning
Muskets loud and blank Up through the fall they came I will not lie Lord it was frightening
And the captain said Boys ritsel high If you listen you’ll hear Gabriel’s trumpets sounding
And heaven’s just a step away For the brave men who will die on lookout mountain
Our cannons could not fire Straight down mountain side And the yankee boys, they drew closer
The odds were 6 to 1 So the captain ground said son And you were wrong I told him: no sir
In the driving rain With the powder gone We sent boulders crashing down around them
Well we done our bid But they would not turn We could not hold them off on lookout mountain
We saw that all hope was gone With the thought of the folks at home If we ran in the woods Surely disgrace them
Slowly as the bullets flew But it was just one thing to do I sit in prayer Turned to face them
Well we shot them down But there was no pain In the darkness one more rebel heart stopped pounding
At the morning light I was glory bound Before the rakes put the union flag on lookout mountain
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