We came up from Sheffield

And they put us on the line

You could smell the powder burnin'

And man, it hurt my eyes

They knew them boys were tired and weak-

We were fresh and we were strong

We could not wait to blast away

And make our presence known

But every time I took my aim

And got one in my sight

In my heart I knew the way

And this way was not right



Oh, I guess my daddy would be proud

But my momma, she's ashamed

And I know deep down we need a change

Them Northern boys are friends of mine

But I've got my Southern pride

I'm standin' here a-fightin'

Wishin' there

Was another side



We burned each other's crops and fields

And took the very best

We fought our way back and forth

Then they put us to the test

I know that some things are wrong

But what gave them the right

To point their righteous fingers

And expect us not to fight?

We all cried on the night they burned Atlanta down

How much more can we take and still stand our ground?



Oh, I guess my daddy would be proud

But my momma, she's ashamed

And I know deep down we need a change

Them colored boys are friends of mine

But I've got my Southern pride

I'm standin' here a-fightin'

Wishin' there

Was another side



In four years the smoke had cleared

And I went back to the farm

Little brother met me at the bridge

And he held out his arms

He was thin and weak and wounded

And dressed in Yankee blue

Well, I cried and I held him

And together we both knew

If it could be done over

There would be a better way

Still one family, and one nation

Oh, but what a price we paid



I guess my daddy would be proud

Bu