The First Battalion

Em D Em Boom bah bah, boom bah bah boom, D Em Twelve riders in the gloom D Em A Seven show red and the rest are dead, Em D Em But the First Battalion's home. Em D Em Boom bah bah, boom bah bah boom, D Em You can hear the hoof beats boom, D Em A The drums are low, and the pace is slow, Em D Em But the First Battalion's home. A Em So run to your homes, Virginia gals A Em And fix your hair with pins A Em And give them wine and kisses, D Em But don't ask them where they've been. Em D Em Boom bah bah, boom bah bah boom, D Em And Richmond is their tomb, D Em D There's a hundred still at Richmond, Em D Em A Three hundred dead at Gettysburg, Em D Em A And a hundred more we've never found, Em D Em But the First Battalion's home.   A Em So hold him close and keep him warm A Em And hang his coat away A Em And don't you mind that spot of red, D Em That's spread in through the gray. Em D Em Boom bah bah, boom bah bah boom, D Em And Richmond is their tomb, D Em D There's a hundred still at Richmond, Em D Em A Three hundred dead at Gettysburg, Em D Em A And a hundred more we've never found, Em D Em Em Em But the First Battalion's home.