Vicksburg

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Vicksburg

Vicksburg / Words & Music http://richardwaynedean.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/08/05-Vicksburg.mp3 I am a native son of the stars and bars In a coat made of Richmond grey The same wool on the shoulders of Robert Lee that he wore on the final day. You can talk about economics You can argue the rights of states But you can’t cheat fate Or erase the sound of the moans On the hallowed ground. So take me to Vicksburg I want to see where daddy fell On a silent hill where the wind’s as still As the ghost of a rebel yell. I’m a native son of the stars and bars I’ve got wounds that...

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