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gettysburg
this was a hot day
3rd of july
the choice for war is made
the private pauses
closes his eyes again
tells himself "no...i'm not afraid"
men in the field say 'ride on, ride on'
through those fields of green
a young boy screams 'ride on, ride on'
"if was up to me
i'd be a first class killing machine"
into the fall line
give it away
it's time to face the fire
the blood flows like red wine
blue and the grey
together onward
walking the mile
men in the field say 'ride on, ride on'
those fields were mean
a man of peace says 'ride on, ride on'
"if was up to me
i'd be a first class killing machine"
ride on, be brave in the fight
my lord it's your turn tonight
love was good, yes, love was once mine
but not this time
the battle's over except for the cryin'
this pasture is a bad dream
let's walk away from this place for awhile
this violent rap on the black and white thing
men in the field say 'ride on, ride on'
these red fields were green
a young boy screams 'ride on, ride on'
"if was up to me
i'd be a first class killing machine"
