We signed up in San Antone my brother Paul and me

To fight with Ben McCulloch and the Texas infantry

Well the poster said we'd get a uniform and seven bucks a week

The best rations in the army and a rifle we could keep



When I first laid eyes on the general I knew he was a fightin' man

He was every inch a soldier every word was his command

Well his eyes were cold as the lead and steel forged into tools of war

He took the lives of many and the souls of many more



Well they marched us to Missouri and we hardly stopped for rest

Then he made this speech and said we're comin to the test

Well we've got to take Saint Louie boys before the Yankees do

If we control the Mississippi then the Federals are through



Well they told us that our enemy would all be dressed in blue

They forgot about the winter's cold and the cursed fever too

My brother died at Wilson's creek and Lord I seen him fall

We fell back to the Boston Mountains in the North of Arkansas



CHORUS

Goddamn you Ben McCulloch

I hate you more than anyother man alive

And when you die you'll be a foot soldier just like me

In the devil's infantry



And on the way to Fayetteville we cursed McCulloch's name

And mourned the dead that we'd left behind and we was carrying the lame

I killed a boy the other night who'd never even shaved

I don't even know what I'm fightin' for I ain't never owned a slave



So I snuck out of camp and then I heard the news next night

The Yankees won the battle and McCulloch lost his life