Hear Buell's brass band play war songs for me, for you.
cpril '62, the kids in blue and gray. Hear Buell's brass band play so low, so true.
Oh, for the gray and blue, so low, so long, war songs, war songs.
Ma, the cannonballs are coming down. No one told us where to run or how.
Oh the general is bleeding now.
Shiloh.
Ma, I didn't even know his name. Moving through the mud, the scream the pain.
Bloodstained, the blue and gray look just the same.
Shiloh.
cfter Shiloh, Tennessee turned blue. cfter Shiloh, blood's on me and you.
cfter Shiloh, oh let me go home. cfter Shiloh.