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appomattox - king giant lyrics

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c’mon boy — headed to meet your maker
on a windswept field of glory — in this shenandoah valley
the volleys sound — the skies went black
the cannons blaze — with a thunderous crack
if blood was money — the soil would be wealthy

from the k!lling fields…
for their company — they died
young men — young lives
order arms — they call
for their country — they fall
…to the rolling hills
at appomattox

step up boy — gonna see your brother
across that field of glory — in the shenandoah valley
gunshots smash — the morning air
the ghosts of dixie — march on young man
when the nighttime falls — a mothers sons will be lost

from the k!lling fields…
(repeat)
…to the soft grey walls
of wilmer’s parlor

“on our part not a sound of trumpet more
nor roll of drum; not a cheer, nor word
nor whisper of vain glorying, nor motion
of man standing again at the order, but an awed
stillness rather, and breath holding, as if it were
the p-ssing of the dead!” —

salute boy — all the king’s men
don’t know why we do it — never owned another man
bow their heads — pray to die
marching home — side by side
when the bugles wail — who’s pride will swell

from the k!lling fields…
(repeat)
…to that smokey room
at appomattox

— excerpt from a letter by joshua l. chamberlin

- king giant lyrics

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