River Runs Red

The thirty-first day of December
 Three thousand dressed blue and gray
 All sons of the heavenly father
 Lay in a watery grave
 And the river runs red
 The river runs red
 One shot woke the Tennessee morning
 Soon fire and smoke filled the sky
 Then rain came down with no warning
 As sorrow fell down from all sides
 The river runs red
 The river runs red
 No winners or losers
 When you count the dead
 We watch it roll by
 We all bow our heads
 The guns have gone silent
 But the river runs red
 now rogers was from alabama
 And Thomas an old New York town
 But soon they would die like blood brothers
 In the stream where their souls would flow down
 The river runs red
 The river runs red
 No winners or losers
 When you count the dead
 We watch it roll by
 We all bow our heads
 The guns have gone silent
 But the river runs red
 Some say you could see red for miles
 And it flowed that way so many years
 Now the water looks clean and untainted
 But Stones River will never run clear
 The river runs red
 The river runs red
 No winners or losers
 When you count the dead
 We watch it roll by
 We all bow our heads
 The guns have gone silent
 But the river runs red