Billy McGee
Billy McGee
People had a song to sing when Dixie made her stand
But all their lips are silent now, the Yankees rule the land
Billy boy, play your drum, daddy's proud of you my son
But there's one more battle to be won
In the good Lord's army
Three years have come and gone, I should have plowed today
But today would mark his sixteenth year and tears are in my way
No one laughs in open fields where Billy used to play
I've lost my one and only son and all the plans we made
The battlefield is silent now, the armies both have gone
And the grave that marked the battle's side are fifteen thousand strong
Armies from the north and south, killed with sword and gun
But the boys who lay there in the ground are all one nation's son
Billy boy, play your drum
Daddy's proud of you my son
But there's one more battle to be won
In the good Lord's army
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