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Thread #6789   Message #3113804
Posted By: saulgoldie
14-Mar-11 - 07:30 PM
Thread Name: Civil War Ballads
Subject: RE: Civil War Ballads
I don't know if it counts as a "balad." But, "Let the Band Play Dixie" by Bob Gibson is one of my most favorite of all times. I count it among my "A" songs.

I will help anyone wishing to hear it. PM me, if interested.

Saul


        LET THE BAND PLAY DIXIE

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The news was run from Richmond in that fading April Sun;
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That Lee had handed Grant his sword, the war was finally won.
Am
Into the streets the people spilled,
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Feeling the excitement build,
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And the crowd around the Whitehouse milled,
G
Asking is it true, it's finally done?

*Inside the Whitehouse Lincoln heard them calling out his name.
He sat there wondering what to say to ease their years of pain.
Someone yelled, "Come out the door, tell us what you have in store
For the rebels who've lost the war, so out upon the porch Abe Lincoln came.

*He said, "We are gathered not in anger, but in celebration.
Let's be grateful we are once again a single nation.
Let's stand together reassured, now that peace has been secured,
Our nation's illness can be cured, and I suggest the overture for this ocassion...
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Let the band Play Dixie,
Am                                                  G
Play that song that holds its head up high and proud,
F                G                C                 Am
And let our nation once divided, bloodied but unbowed,
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Take the swords of war and beat them back into a plow."
F                        G                C                 Am        F/G
On the day that Lee surrendered, Mr. Lincoln told the crowd,
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"Let the band play Dixie!"

*A tired Union soldier hobbled on his only limb,
Filled with bitter memories the war had left with him.
Dragged his wooden leg and cane, his face was set and creased with pain, he stumbled, fell, and         rose again,
And he wondered what the future held for him.

*He spied a Black child kneeling there in humble gratitude.
He knelt down right beside her to share her thankful mood.
Grateful words were raised in prayer, God in your sweet loving care,
Our broken lives now please repair, let our wounded nation be renewed. And...

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