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LAST LETTER HOME (McDade/Brown, ASCAP) I have heard the cannons thundering all night, And I cannot help but wonder, Why's the Rebel Cause so right? And the morphine seems to do no good at all. I would run away, if I would not fall. Well I joined the Southern cavalry for fun. Must have rode a thousand horses; Always had a way with a gun. Now I'm among the horseless riders lying still. Swallowed up by the Cause on Hero's (the Widow's) Hill. cho: And I dreamed of a rose in a Spanish garden, And I kissed you and placed it in your hair. And, if I'm ever on my feet again, I will, I will run all the way just to meet you there. Through the day I watched those Southern boys go down. And they lay like Georgia peaches Bruised and broken on the ground. Through the night I wondered if it was worth the pain, And I cried out not revenge, but I called your name. recorded by Golden Ring on All the Good People @American @war @Civil filename[ LASTLTTR RH oct00  8note Sheet |
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