Story Behind The Song
A Confederate soldier outside Savannah awaiting Gen. Sherman on his march towards the sea in 1864 signalling the end was near. Memories of what might have been.
| Song Length |
4:54 |
Genre |
Folk - Bluegrass, Folk - General |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Worried, Restless |
Subject |
Regret, Fear |
| Language |
English |
Era |
1800 - 1899 |
Lyrics
here come the blue boys
think we're goin' under
there's no escapin'
their storm and thunder
i was at Manassas
we had 'em on the run
by the time they took Vicksburg
they done took away our guns
then they reeled us in
we'll never be the same
we can never win
looks like they won the Game
there's no more case shot
we're firing quaker guns
standing at the skirmish line
defeat is going to come
thinkin' bout Chicamauga
Spotsylvania too
so much blood at Gettysburg
we knew our time was through
then they reeled us in
we'll never be the same
we can never win
looks like they won the Game
scary situation
i guard the pickett til daylight
we hide and seek they seek and find
the game's gone on for more than 1,000 nights
been 4 long years
since i seen suzanna
i may be buried in a cold, cold grave
if Sherman takes Savannah
then they reeled us in
we'll never be the same
we can never win
looks like they won the Game