From A Georgia Battlefield

Gm F Gm Gm All my glorious dreams of battle F Gm And my uniform of gray Gm Now are ruined as my blood spills F Gm On this rock hard Georgia clay Gm Sixteen summers I have seen pass F Gm But to suffer in this sun Gm I declare, I don't remember F Gm I've ever felt a hotter one Bb Gm Take this message to my mother Bb Gm Thirteen miles from Birmingham F Gm Tell her I was a good soldier F Gm And I died a brave young man Gm We have fought through heat and hunger F Gm Sleepless nights and bitter frost Gm But if Sherman takes Atlanta F Gm Then our cause is surely lost Gm. Sir, I have no boots to give you F Gm Mine wore through sometime in May Gm But you can take my gun and powder F Gm I won't be needing them today Bb Gm Take this message to my mother Bb Gm Thirteen miles from Birmingham F Gm Tell her I was a good soldier F Gm And I died a brave young man (light strum) Gm In my pocket there's a bible F Gm With a lock of hair inside Gm From my sweet Amanda Walker F Gm Who would make a lovely bride Gm Oh the angels now are coming F Gm For my final breath is near Gm Yes, for me this war is over F Gm But my eyes will show no fear Bb Gm Take this message to my mother Bb Gm Thirteen miles from Birmingham F Gm Tell her I was a good soldier F Gm And I died a brave young man