Текст песни: The Cotton's Burning + перевод

Tell your Captain

I have come to claim my dead

And let the flag of truce arise

Richmond’s burning

All the politicians fled

We are the last men to survive

You can tell old Jefferson Davis

That his prayers, they cannot save us

Nor will Robert E. Lee’s

Oo--OO

The cotton’s burning

Dixie’s crumbling down

Oo-oo

Tobacco’s turning

There’s a fire in Richmond Town

We raised our rifles

In the backwoods of Tennessee

We been marching a thousand miles

Through white cotton fields

800 hundred men to feed

Some were no more than a child

We were torn and battered at Antietam

«Don't fire until you see 'em boys!»

Then we laid the field down, down

We set the town on fire

We poured the whiskey in the road

And the flames, they rose higher

Then the arsenal exploded

And lit up the night

The night, the night, the night

I am a Colonel in the Fourteenth Tennessee I am a carpenter by trade

Back home I’m gonna build some cradles

I am tired of laying coffins and graves

When I get home from this thousand mile parade

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