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We up in San Antone, my brother Paul and me
To with Ben McCulloch and the Texas infantry
Well the poster said we'd get a uniform and bucks a week
The best in the army and a rifle we could keep

When I first laid on the general I knew he was a fightin' man
He was every inch a soldier, every word was his
Well his were cold as the lead and steel forged into tools of war
He took the lives of and the souls of many more

Well they marched us to and we hardly stopped for rest
Then he this speech and said, "We're comin' to the test"
Well we've got to take Saint Louie before the Yankees Do
If we the Mississippi then the Federals are through

Well they told us that our enemy would all be in blue
they forgot about the winter's cold and the cursed fever too
My brother died at Wilson's Creek and I seen him fall
We back to the Boston Mountains in the North of Arkansas

Goddamn you Ben
I hate you than any other man alive
And when you die you'll be a foot soldier just me
In the Devil's

And on the way to Fayetteville we cursed McCulloch's
And the dead that we'd left behind and we was carrying the lame
I killed a boy the night who'd never even shaved

I don't even know what I'm fightin' for, I ain't never a slave
So I snuck out of camp and then I heard the news night
The Yankees won the battle and McCulloch lost his life,

Goddamn you Ben
I you more than any other man alive
And when you die you'll be a foot soldier just me
In the Devil's