VALLEY FORGE

by Bob Coltman



We came down here with our boots on our feet

We lost them somewhere midst the snow and the sleet

Pennsylvania winter is the worse kind of cold

What's left of your body won't comfort your soul



Oh, don't you think we should beat the drum

Or raise some kind of row

Ain't this glorious war

Fell on hard times now



Don't shake old Charlie, for he's past shaking

Takes angels on high to raise his kind of bacon

Haul out the meat wagon if you've horses to pull

We've dead enough here to fill it up full



When generals die, as I've heard that they do

Takes angels of high to pull them all through

But when privates die, you know very well

They get to go straight from Valley Forge on down to Hell



To live I'm too cold, to die I'm too young

It's a short life to be over and done

I wonder is this the last winter that I'll ever see

Well I don't care for no God who don't care for me



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sung by Barton and Para on Boonslick and Hickerson on Dull Care

@war @death @soldier

SF

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