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We came up from Sheffield and they put us on the line
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You could smell the powder burning and man it hurt my eyes
      Em
They knew them boys were tired and weak
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We were fresh and we were strong
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We could not wait to blast away and make our presence known
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Every time I took my aim and got one in my sight
Em                              C9                D
In my heart I knew the way and this way was not right

Chorus
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I guess my daddy would be proud but my mama she's ashamed
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And I know deep down we need a change
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Them Northern boys are friends of mine 
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But I've got my Southern pride
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Im standing here a fightin wishin there         was another side

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       Em
We burned each others crops and fields
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And took the very best 
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We fought our way back and forth and they put us to the test
   Em
I know that some things were wrong
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But what gave them the right
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To point their righteous fingers and expect us not to fight
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We all cried on the night they burned Atlanta down
Em                             C9                  D
How much more can we take and still stand our ground

Chorus
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I guess my daddy would be proud but my mama she's ashamed
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And I know deep down we need a change
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Them colored boys are friends of mine
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But I've got my Southern pride
 Em                                  C        D
I'm standing here a fightin wishin there          was another side

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 Em
In four years the smoke had cleared
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And I went back to the farm
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Little brother met me at the bridge and he held out his arms
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He was thin and weak and wounded and dressed in Yankee blue
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Well I cried and I held him and together we both knew
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If it could be done over there would be a better way
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Still one family and one nation oh but what a price we pay

Chorus
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I guess my daddy would be proud but my mama she's ashamed
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And I know deep down we need a change
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Now some of them boys were friends of mine
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But dang this Southern pride
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I'm standing here a cryin wishin there          was another side
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      I'm wishin there was another side
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      Wishin there was another side 

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