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on the Southern line With grapeshot and bullets flying Some of us didn't make it through Some of didn't make it out alive Some of us didn't make it through
floor A better way Age of Singing Alone Still shattered To the bone What you wanted darlin' Stackin' all your pardons Grapeshot souvenir If you asked
son, guess we better flee. There's grapeshot all around us and the field is black with lead. You better start a-runnin' boy before you lose your head
rough son, guess we better flee. There's grapeshot all around us and the field is black with lead. You better start a-runnin' boy before you lose your
While the red spittle of the grape-shot sings All day across the endless sky And while entire battalions Green or scarlet‚ rallied by their king
dead When the Yankees charged and the colors fell Overton hill was a living hell When we called retreat it was almost dark I died with a grapeshot in my
again Now, Stonewall Jackson stepped right up and Then he said to me He said: The battle is getting rough, son Guess we better flee There's grapeshot all
sleepin' with a rifle Shotgun, grapeshot, tryptophobe Baby I got somethin' you can stifle Tie me, I won't leave Come on, baby, let's do somethin' pretty
rushes out Like grapeshot-fine spray No anchor drops sanctuary No earmark begins to show No finding it uncovered Just a wide swing tremolo
grapenuts The grapeshot come you a goner They said enough fake stuff I'm like Aye girl hit the brakes (huh?) Hop out the car spit some hymns From the ancients
the rough Jumped up buncehole with burnt out brain The man said i am not am i, am i not insane Grapeshot the whiny sketest cheap draino That eenie meany miney
with A whiff of grapeshot! Solo! The going gets tough But they won’t get going The going gets tough So the dumb get going The going gets tough But they
cannons burned The carronade's hot it's full of grapeshot Changing aim from lessons learned Through heat and smoke trying not to choke Pushing cannons back
cannot fail Fire! With a volley of grapeshot Blood stains the ocean this day We are the agents of slaughter Swift is the path to the grave Three thousand
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