Blood In The Cotton Fields

My daddy raised me to be right
To fight for this land till the day I die
Fighting for the promise of a golden dream
Underneath the shadow of the cedar trees

Marched from Richmond in the July sun
Blisters on my feet and a bruise from my gun
Now December's wrath of bitter cold
Is sending me shivers to the core of my soul

And they say they're coming after Christmas day
We'll line up our boys in the suits of gray
Dig in the dirt and hold our ground
Praying for the angels now

[Chorus]
The was blood in the cotton fields
Bullet holes in the wagon wheels
Blood in the cotton fields
Smoke rising from the cannon steel
Tell me where is heaven, 'cause hell is real
There was blood in the cotton fields

We woke the morning of the 31st
We drank whiskey to quench our thirst
Came up on the side of the Union line
Caught them Yankees in a big surprise

We pushed them back in the rocks by ten
A murderous charge in the slaughter pen
We tried and tried, again and again
But the reign of fire wouldn't end

[Chorus]
The was blood in the cotton fields
Bullet holes in the wagon wheels
Blood in the cotton fields
Smoke rising from the cannon steel
Tell me where is heaven, 'cause hell is real
There was blood in the cotton fields

By the afternoon of the 2nd day
We only had one more charge to take
Charging up the side of McFadden's Ford
Fifty-seven cannons aimed at our swords

1800 men fell to the ground
In less than an hour we had gone down
Gone up in a big smoke cloud
And that's where my body lay now

[Chorus]
The was blood in the cotton fields
Bullet holes in the wagon wheels
Blood in the cotton fields
Smoke rising from the cannon steel
Tell me where is heaven, 'cause hell is real
There was blood in the cotton, blood in the cotton
Blood in the cotton fields