Well, now, I'm out here under guard tonight I wear the ball and chain Joined up to fight the Yankee cavalry Oh, we got here cold and hungry Then they marched us through the rain And I was thinkin' 'bout you then, my Rose Marie Oh, the cannonballs, the bayonets The bloody battle cry Oh, there's nothin' but these days of misery And when those Yankees got me on the wire I could hear the bullets fly And I was thinkin' of you then, my Rose Marie Seems like a thousand summers past Oh, since we rode that circus wheel And kissed there at the top For all to see But now outside there is a firing squad And now they're servin' me up my last meal And I was thinking of you then Oh, my Rose Marie Two guards walked me to that prison wall, The preacher reads a prayer But your face is all of heaven that I see And as they tie that blindfold on I see the sky and taste the air
And I'm thinkin' of you then, my Rose Marie Oh now I can hear the rifle triggers cockin' back And the order shouted out Oh, but I feel there's somethin' wrong here, now Please, Lord, let it be Oh, all around us bombs exploding, shells are dropping here From the army to the south And then a corporal cut the ropes there on my wrists And I was free I was thinkin' about you then, my Rose Marie I marched back with all the others That had proudly wore the gray Finally made it back here home to Tennessee But all they said was that you'd married And you had moved away And I was thinkin' of you then, my Rose Marie Now years have passed, I'm still alone No new one to desire Still starin' into flames of memory I see circus wheels, and summers, And a face there in the fire And I'm thinkin' of you now, my Rose Marie My Rose MarieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
