Song Description
A Civil War song about The Mississippi 13th Reg. and thier trek the Gettysburg.
| Song Length |
4:55 |
Genre |
Country - Bluegrass, Folk - Rural |
| Tempo |
Medium Slow (91 - 110) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Subject |
Armed Forces |
Language |
English |
| Era |
1800 - 1899 |
| |
Lyrics
What a way to see the country.
Get a pension and a hat.
Ain?t no federals gonna? tell me
Where my gov?ments gonna be at.
I was born in Missisippi, marched all the way though Tennessee.
I learned to kill in North Virginia, Keepin? Yazoo City yankee free.
Chorus
Johnny Reb, Johnny Reb, don?t hold your head so high.
Johnny Reb, Johnny Reb, keep you rifle (bible) by you side.
Johnny Reb, Johnny Reb, don?t make your Mama cry?
?Cuase it?s hot as hell in Gettysburg early in July
I ain?t nothin? but a cracker.
Workin? river delta dirt.
Only thing?tween beans and bacon.
Was how hard I could work.
The 13th of Mississippi, gave almost 40 cents a day.
I gotta live until December, or I don?t collect my pay.
Chorus
The smell of peaches sweet in the orchard.
The smell of powder in the air.
?tween the Captain barkin? orders.
I hear the muffled sound of prayer.
There?s glory on little round top, I?ve had all the glory I can stand.
I seen the devil at Rapahanouk, I?m meetin? God in dixieland.