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One, two, three, four
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Oh, pass the rum on down the line it's getting pretty cold
It's been nine straight days of hell and burnin' fires in the snow
I haven't seen my baby since that old black ship set sail
We're holding out 'til winter dies and hoping our strength pre vails
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The full moon peaks around the clouds as the grey wolves cry
The hour's getting late, and we've drun k every bottle dry
Just one more march from dusk 'til dawn, 'til we finally a rrive
At the gates of those who long ago burned our houses and took our lives
A N.C. nd we'll sing: " We are the Dead South who came across the sea"
"To take back our lives and leave this land of mise ry"
"Our will is our weapon, our hearts forever bound"
"Come on now tilt your bottle back and let's go grab another round "
The wind is at our backs the ground is shaking at our feet (Hey, hey)
Marching for the gates we pray the Lord my soul to keep (Hey, hey)
For if we ever get ourselves out from this mess a live (Hey)
I'll be singing this song for years to say I'm happy we sur vived
A N.C. nd we'll sing: " We are the Dead South who came across the sea"
"To take back our lives and leave this land of mise ry"
"Our will is our weapon, our hearts forever bound"
"Come on now tilt your bottle back and let's go grab another round"
"Tilt your bottle back and let's go grab another round"
"We are the Dead South who came across the sea"
"To take back our lives and leave this land of mise ry"
"Our will is our weapon, our hearts forever bound"
"Come on now tilt your bottle back and let's go grab another round" (1, 2, 3, 4)
"We are the Dead South who came across the sea"
"To take back our lives and leave this land of mise ry"
"Our will is our weapon, our hearts forever bound"
"Come on now tilt your bottle back and let's go grab another round"
"Tilt your bottle back and let's go grab another round"
"Tilt your bottle back and let's go grab another round"
