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I channeled this song about a young man in the trenches of the Civil War, watching his best friend die.

Lyrics

The Soldier’s Lament – Copyright 2005 Jane Eamon/Joanne Stacey

Lord, I've been thinking here in the mud
That maybe you’ve gone away
I’m tired, stinking, smelling of blood
And don’t have the strength to pray

For too many days now, I’ve lived in this hole
No water, no food, no rest
The rain it keeps coming and everything’s dark
And I hope this day ain’t my last

And the drummer plays a mournful song
The bugler blows his horn
40 odd days in the trenches, Lord
I just wanna go back home

I saw Jimmie fall, took a bullet to the head
And he died in the dirt where he lay
I took his boots, I needed ‘em bad
He’d no use for them anyway

And Lord can I ask you
Why am I here
In this hell that I don’t deserve
Salvation ain’t coming on the end of this gun
And it’s more than one man can endure

And the drummer plays a mournful song
The bugler blows his horn
40 odd days in the trenches, Lord
I just wanna go back home

I’ll write my name on the sleeve of my coat
In blood so someone will see
When they come for the bodies after this war
They’ll know that this soldier is me

And the drummer plays a mournful song
The bugler blows his horn
40 odd days in the trenches, Lord
I just wanna go back home
40 odd days in the trenches, Lord
I just wanna go back home