Virgil Cain is my name. And I served on the Danville train. Till Stoneman's cavalry came. And tore up the tracks again. . In the winter of '65. We were hungry, just barely alive.
I pulled in to Nazareth, was feeling 'bout half past dead. I just need some place where I could lay my head. Hey mister, can you tell me where a man might find a bed?.