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I know John Reb’s lyin' out there, ‘cause it was me that took his life
This afternoon I set my sites right between his frightened eyes
Now the air’s so still, I can hear the dead of the night time sounds
Like the katydids and John Reb’s blood flowin’ out upon the ground

~Chorus~
So boys don’t you do it, don’t you try ‘n’ take this hill
Don’t you think that I won’t shoot, ‘cause by God I surely will
Pack your gear ‘n’ head on home so I can do the same
Don’t you try ‘n’ take this hill again

I find myself wonderin’ if he’s got himself a wife
Or if he’s like me, with just a ma prayin’ he’ll come back alive
He’s probably just a poor boy who never knew or owned a slave
But now his body’s cold ‘n’ hard on a Maryland topsoil grave

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Damn that rebel captain who ordered up the charge
He had to know there’d be a fight, that we were here ‘n’ battle hard
And to hell with John Reb, look what that fool’s done to me
Turned me into someone I swore I'd never be

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I know John Reb’s lyin' out there, ‘cause it was me that took his life...