Col. Mosby, The Gray Ghost

Inspired by Wes Freed, who's Grandfather and Great-Uncles rode with 'The Gray Ghost'.

Col. John Singleton Mosby

In the deep blue valley,
on the sunset's purple wind,
you can still hear the rally
cry of Mosby's Men.

You best hope you're on their good side.
You best hope you don't offend.
There's no end to the ride
of Col. Mosby's Men.

And the Gray Ghost echoes across the viney trees.
He's sneaky like the creeper and free like the breeze.

Sometimes there's a shadow,
sometimes there's a light.
He can hide in the Moon glow,
or he can shine as bright.

'Cause you can't rob a spirit
like you can rob a town
and you don't have to hear it
for there to be a sound.

Like the Gray Ghost's echoes across the viney trees.
He's sneaky like the creeper adn free like the breeze.

We are not our ashes,
but we are our dreams.
So the ghost of Mosby passes
and nothing's what it seems.
Except the Gray Ghost's echoes across the viney trees.

The Gray Ghost echoes across the viney trees.
The Gray Ghost echoes across the viney trees.