The Cotton's Burning

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