Where are your men John?
Where are your thousand men?
They are all gone.
They are all gone,
gone like my orphans ten.
Where is your regiment?
Where is your regiment?
Why are you on your own?
They fell. They fell.
I've lived to tell.
I and I alone.
Where is your arm John?
Where is your leg John?
Where are they General John?
Not in the same place,
but by God's Grace,
what's left of me battles on.
Where are your men John?
Where are your men John?
Where are they General John?
They are all gone.
They are all gone.
They are all gone.
All you have lost John,
all you have lost John,
why do your eyes still blaze?
All I've lost is why,
if you were I
you would not be amazed.
So little good, so little good
came to John Bell Hood.
To no good end his thousand men
all alone his orphans ten.
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