Don't you feel like talking to a man
who's fed up walking all the time?
Don't you feel like saying to a man
who's fed up praying that you're mine?
We fought a run-up battle from Nebraska to Seattle,
I'm so tired.
We hid in lonely places and we never
seen their faces till they fired.
Well, hear me talking,
blood and glory.
I'm fed up walking,
blood and glory.
I'll tell a story,
blood and glory,
about blood and glory.
When we shoo away our sabers and we
joined with Preston's Raiders for a while.
We looted and we plundered while the Yankee cannons thundered.
We just smiled.
But now I'm back home in Kentucky and
I know that I've been lucky to survive.
I never
want to see another cannon aimed at me while I'm alive.
Well, hear me talking,
blood and glory.
I'm fed up walking,
blood and glory.
I'll tell
a story,
blood and glory, about blood and glory.