Tattered and Torn
Shoulder to shoulder we stood friends and brothers ready to die
The Stars and Bars though tattered and torn flew high
Soon smoke and shot would fill the morning sky
Far above on a knoll the generals stood by
We watched dressed in worn clothes of butternut and gray
As across the meadow men in blue knelt to pray
The Captain sword ready yelled to hold the line do not stray
Win we must on the cold winter's day
Call to charge the Yankee bugles flared
We waited like a wolf in its lair
Like a giant blue wave they came as we stared
Our cannons boomed behind somewhere
For 5 minutes the shot rained down
Than came quiet barely a sound
As the smoke swirled in the wind round and round
Many a Yankee lay dead on the ground
Than came the order move up fast
A shutter of fear as mini balls flew past
Today we would win or all die to the last
To preserve the South was our task
But we all knew this cold winter of 1864
That the south as we knew was no more
The northern eagle was strong and high it soared
Leaving the South beaten and forlorn