.I turned 17, spring of 1861
And I killed 20 men 'fore I turned 21
20 holes and 20 men, 20 holes they's buried in
There they lay in the cold red Georgia play at Catoosa County
I can hear the screaming, I can smell black powder burning
Cannon balls flying and the Gatling.
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