Last Day At Gettysburg (Live At The American Legion Post 82)

The black smoke from the battle
Rolling over hills
The fires, the dead, and the dying
Haunting my memories ever still

Oh, can't you hear?
Hear that angel band
Singing, "Come home, soldier
To the Promised Land"

Willy Johnson and me
Rebel soldiers, both from Tennessee
Willy, he's laying by my side
Spoke these words to me, and then, he died

Oh, can't you hear?
Hear that angel band
Singing, "Come home, soldier
To the Promised Land"

Longstreet, he stole away and cried
When Lee gave him the order to attack
In his mind's eye, he could see
Most of the boys would not be back

Oh, can't you hear?
Yes, here that angel band
Singing, "Come home, soldier
To the Promised Land"

Oh, can't you hear?
Yes, here that angel band
Singing, "Come home now soldier
Oh, to the Promised Land"

(Whoo) we gon', we gon' see you later on here
Thank you folks