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Part A
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Part B
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Some [1] rebel soldiers on a night bivouac
Were
playing stud
poker in a [5] mountain shack
But all [1] thought of cards just passed a- way
When the
captain
walked [5] in and they [1]
heard him say
The gals in
Washington are dancing tonight
Those gull
darn blue
coats are [5] holding ‘em tight
When [1] we get there we’ll show them how
But it aint
a’ [5] doing us [1] no
good now
Oh Jimmy
get your
fiddle out and [4] rosin up your bow
[1] Johnny tune up your [5] old
ban- jo____
[1] Billy get
a
jug of that [4] real McCoy
And we’ll [1] have us a [5]
tune
called [1] Soldier’s Joy
Now Jimmy’s
sure
sawin that [4] fiddle with his bow
And [1] Johnny’s sure clawwin’ on his [5] old ban- jo
[1] Billy’s passin round that [4]
real McCoy
And they’re
[1] playin
a [5] tune called
[1] Soldier’s Joy
Break
The Yank’s
came a’
chargin across Bull run
Yellin and
a’screamin’ and [5] shootin their
guns,
A [1] lot of rebel soldiers be- gan to fall
But Jackson
held his [5] ground like an [1] old
stone wall
Stonewall
Jackson was
Lee’s right hand
And
everyone knows
was a [5] fightin’
man
But [1] he was wounded at Chancellorville
And when he
[5] died, the
whole [1] South took
ill
Oh Jimmy
get your
fiddle out and [4] rosin up your bow
[1] Johnny tune up your [5] old
ban- jo____
[1] Billy get
a
jug of that [4] real McCoy
And we’ll [1] have us a [5]
tune
called [1] Soldier’s Joy
Now Jimmy’s
sure
sawin that [4] fiddle with his bow
And [1] Johnny’s sure clawwin’ on his [5] old ban- jo
[1] Billy’s passin round that [4]
real McCoy
And they’re
[1] all
playin
a [5] tune called
[1] Soldier’s
Joy
Now there
goes
General Robert E. Lee
Ridin’ up
front for [5] all to see
His [1] bare foot boys are begging to fight
They’re all
a’ [5] marchin’ to [1] Gettysburg
tonight
That long
grey line
charged cemetery hill
The blue
line held
and [5] broke their will
[1] Many boys fell, both blue and
grey,
And some
say [5] Lee’s heart [1] broke
that day
Now Jimmy’s
not there
to [4] rosin up his bow
And [1] Johnny will never again [5]
play banjo
[1] Billy’s lyin’ dead with a [4]
lot of other boy’s
And there’s
[1] no one [5]
left to
play [1] Soldier’s Joy
Boys, blue
and grey
all [4] screamin’ in pain
[1] Many will never see their [5]
homes a- gain
They’re [1] prayin for relief but there’s [4] none to employ
And [1] everyone’s [5]
cryin’
for [1] Soldier’s
Joy
Break
Now Lee
kept fightin
and battled hard
But the
Yankees
pushed him to his [5] own back yard
And when [1] Sherman
made his march to the sea
That
spelled the [5] end of the [1] South
and Lee
It took many years for the pain to pass
But
battlefields
slowly [5] covered with grass
Them that [1] made it home began to live a- gain
And some
even [5] managed to [1] pick
and grin.
Oh Daddy
get your
fiddle out and [4] rosin up your bow
[1] Gramps tune up your old [5]
ban- jo____
[1] I’ll get a jug of that [4]
real McCoy
And we’ll [1] have us a [5]
tune
called [1] Soldier’s Joy
Now Daddy’s
sure
sawin that [4] fiddle with his bow
And [1] Gramp’s sure clawwin’ on his [5] old ban- jo
[1] I’m passin round that [4] real
McCoy
And we’re [1] playin a [5] tune called
[1] Soldier’s Joy