Lyrics

Yankeetown
Mark Elliott

I left home just a boy ten long months ago
Grandpa said I?d be a man but there were things he didn?t know
About the war, about the times and dreams that would die young
Now that tobacco farm?s far away from this long lost native son

Hey, hey General Lee
I?m a Georgia boy all of seventeen
I fought for you on chosen ground
Now I?m dying here in Yankeetown
Dying here in Yankeetown

I was the last gun in the line when Billy Yank punched through
They came around the flank so fast there was nothing I could do
But throw up my hands like the child I am and praise old Lincoln?s name
I thought the bayonet would kill me but in the end it?s shame

Hey, hey General Lee
I?m a Georgia boy all of seventeen
I fought for you on chosen ground
Now I?m dying here in Yankeetown
Dying here in Yankeetown

Well this northern ground is wet and cold, like the corn meal in my hand
Fort Delaware is hard to bare but I?ve done the best I can
Sometimes at night if the wind is right I swear that I can hear
A Bugle boy blow Dixie and angels drawing near

Hey, hey General Lee
I?m a Georgia boy all of seventeen
I fought for you on chosen ground
Now I?m dying here in Yankeetown
Dying here in Yankeetown