Down At Chickamauga Creek
With a burning heart
On the way to fight
Ready for adventures
Eager for the first strike
When the train set of we felt
No regret or fear
I kissed my sweetheart goodbye
A hero would come back
The Lord would protect me
With her hymn-book in my pack
And I said don't worry girl
I'm gonna marry you
Next year
But then the sun set blood-red
And the southern wind was full of lead
Hell bells pealed
When we were fighting on the battlefield
Down at Chickamauga Creek
Gun smoke filled the air
We aimed at silhouettes
A taste of blood on my tongue
When a bullet hit my chest
And the screams of dying horses
Echoed in my head
When the canons stopped firing
And night fell with a grace
I prayed and thought of her
Dreamed myself into another place
And the wailing of the wounded
Gave way to the silence
Of the dead
And then the sun set blood-red
And the southern wind was full of lead
Hell bells pealed
When we were dying on the battlefield
Down at Chickamauga Creek
(Instrumental)
When she feels a coole breeze on her cheek
And wonders what it could be
A hushed whisper in her ear
Maybe it's me
And then the sun set blood-red
The southern wind was full of lead
Hell bells pealed
When we were dancing on the battlefield
Down at Chickamauga Creek
And then the sun set blood-red
And the southern wind was full of lead
Hell bells peeled
When we were dancing on the battlefield
Down at Chickamauga Creek
On the way to fight
Ready for adventures
Eager for the first strike
When the train set of we felt
No regret or fear
I kissed my sweetheart goodbye
A hero would come back
The Lord would protect me
With her hymn-book in my pack
And I said don't worry girl
I'm gonna marry you
Next year
But then the sun set blood-red
And the southern wind was full of lead
Hell bells pealed
When we were fighting on the battlefield
Down at Chickamauga Creek
Gun smoke filled the air
We aimed at silhouettes
A taste of blood on my tongue
When a bullet hit my chest
And the screams of dying horses
Echoed in my head
When the canons stopped firing
And night fell with a grace
I prayed and thought of her
Dreamed myself into another place
And the wailing of the wounded
Gave way to the silence
Of the dead
And then the sun set blood-red
And the southern wind was full of lead
Hell bells pealed
When we were dying on the battlefield
Down at Chickamauga Creek
(Instrumental)
When she feels a coole breeze on her cheek
And wonders what it could be
A hushed whisper in her ear
Maybe it's me
And then the sun set blood-red
The southern wind was full of lead
Hell bells pealed
When we were dancing on the battlefield
Down at Chickamauga Creek
And then the sun set blood-red
And the southern wind was full of lead
Hell bells peeled
When we were dancing on the battlefield
Down at Chickamauga Creek
Credits
Writer(s): Frank Renfordt
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