For we're goin' back to Richmond, buddy, leavin' here today. Gonna sell our rifles for a jug and get drunk along the way.
'Twas in Virginia harbor General Parker disappeared, tied sleeping soundly to a tree.
How we wept as we launched him and so cheerfully we cheered as the general drifted slowly out to sea.
At the battle of Manasses, I had my certain chance to bravely fight the red and white and blue.
I was so blasted brave I stuck branches in my pants and, yes, I played a tree 'til it was through.
Please don't think that we are cowards. What a horrible suggestion! It's just that we don't feel that we belong.
Bobby misses his dear mother, John has acid indigestion and I think I feel a migraine coming on.
Farewell to you, captain, we're goin' to leave you now
Contributed by Marcia - 2008/7/12 - 09:49
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