Today I killed a man I didn't know I held my rifle high and shot him low I'd like to think he really was to blame Well I never knew or never will his name
I guess that someone, somewhere knew him well And they'll cry when they're told that he has fell But it's hard for me to think of him as good 'Cause he'd done me just the same if he could
Oh mother, oh mama, I'm so cold And I feel like I am quickly growing old So I hope you are thinking of your son 'Cause tomorrow morning I'll be twenty-one
Oh Johnny Ray, Johnny Ray, oh, he don't worry now He don't wonder how
Today my sergeant told me I've done well That I'd sent another Southern boy to hell But I can't help wondering about the lost of life And if that rebel soldier had a wife
Oh mama, oh mam, I'm so cold And the good book doesn't help me like you told 'Cause it don't tell me if I'm right or wrong Or when this war will end, just how long
Oh mama, oh mama, I'm so cold And I feel I am quickly growing old So I hope that you are thinking of your son 'Cause tomorrow morning I'll be twenty-oneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
