.I turned seventeen, spring of 1861
And I killed twenty men 'fore I turned twenty-one
Twenty holes and twenty men, twenty holes they's buried in
There they lay in the cold red Georgia clay at Catoosa County
I can hear the screamin', I can smell black powder burnin'
Cannon bal.
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