Текст песни Missionary Ridge - Shovels & Rope

It was a faction of the Army of the Cumberland, the 15th Army Corp
Just a few years back was a bunch of boys that never left home before
But the shame of Chickamauga, so hungry they could almost die
Without any order from the General, they clamored up the mountain side
Clamored up the mountain side

Don't go whistling Dixie on Missionary Ridge
Don't call to arms those poltergeists, open up the casket lid
You'll wake those boys to wander among the old carnage
So, don't go whistling Dixie on Missionary Ridge

On the 25th of November, it happened in the broad daylight
Gazing down on Chattanooga, Bragg did not foresee the fight
Out numbered by the blue coats two-to-one, he tucked his tail to flee
The Union broke the Confederate line and marched out to the sea
Marched out to the sea

Don't go whistling Dixie on Missionary Ridge
Don't call to arms those poltergeists, open up the casket lid
You'll wake those boys to wander among the old carnage
So, don't go whistling Dixie on Missionary Ridge

In the stillness of the morning, when you breathe that mountain air
The chill that you will feel, reminds you what happened there
When the light drips down the mountain, and the fog lifts from its face
The darkness of that memory lies buried in a sunny place

Don't go whistling Dixie on Missionary Ridge
Don't call to arms those poltergeists, open up the casket lid
You'll wake those boys to wander among the old carnage
So, don't go whistling Dixie on Missionary Ridge