Last Day At Gettysburg

Bm The gray smoke from the battle A7 Bm rollin' over the hill. The fires, the dead, the dying A7 Bm are in my memory ever still. A7 Oh, can't you hear, G D hear that angel band A7 singing, "Come home, soldier, G B to the Promised Land." Bm Longstreet, he stole away and cried A7 Bm when Lee gave him his orders to attack. In his mind's eyes he could see A7 Bm that most of his boys would not be back. A7 Oh, can't you hear, G D hear that angel band A7 singing, "Come home, soldier, G Bm to the Promised Land." Bm Willy Johnson and me, A7 Bm Rebel soldiers both from Tennessee. Willy, he's lyin' by my side - A7 Bm spoke these words to me, and then he died: A7 Oh, can't you hear, G D hear that angel band A7 singing, "Come home, soldier, G Bm to the Promised Land." Fade out