I'll march no longer. I'll fight no more. You can send out all the track snivelers,. But I'm done with war.. . Wind him up, bring him back. Conscript, deserter..
Struck down by a vision of beauty. Said I was struck down by a long legged archer. Oh the city was hot, but my blood ran cold. Oh, the city went dark, keep calm and carry on..
Oh I ain't joking when I'm telling ya. That while in the Yakima. Digging up them thunderegg stones. Well, we cracked them wide open. The mountain started smoking.
What kind of ugly are they talking about?. It's just straight up cold evil. What kind of nonsense are they going on about?. Do they suffer from the fever?.
Oh that Appalachian Way runs from Georgia clear up to Maine.. Oh that Carolina sand runs from Kill Devil Hills out to cold Greenland.. Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord..