Am               G                            Am
In the spring of '61 I kissed my mother good- bye
                G                                  Am
I put on a blue uniform and I fought for Lincoln's side
     G               Am
'Til I got caught by Johnny Reb
       G                 E
In the woods near Chapel Hill
  Am                        C
I wish to God he would have killed me then
       G                   Am    G Am
But he sent me to Anderson ville

              G                                  Am
My uniform is faded and there's no boots upon my feet
                          G
And I'm pulling worms out of the mud
                               Am
'Cause there's nothing else to eat
        G               Am
And the rebs can't even feed there own
   G                       E        Am             C
So there's no way they can fill the bellies of the Yankees
G                    Am
Starving in Anderson ville

     G               Am
Some men are born to preach God's word
G                    E
Some men are born to kill
      Am               C
And I guess that I was only born
   G               Am    G Am
To die in Anderson ville

                     G                             Am
I dug a hole with my bare hands in the red Georgia clay
                              G
'Cause there ain't no shelter from the sun
                         Am
Or the cold wind, or the rain
        G                      Am
And I'm too damn weak to stand up at all
     G                  E
So I just lay quiet and still
             Am             C
And they can bury me in the hole I dug
       G               Am
When I die in Anderson ville

     G               Am
Some men are born to preach God's word
G                    E
Some men are born to kill
      Am               C
And I guess that I was only born
   G               Am    G Am
To die in Anderson ville

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G Am G Am G    Am C G Am
(E )

                       G
I dream the same dream every night
                           Am
Of a woman that I've never known
                    G
She's standing by a warm fireside
                                Am
And she whispers that I've come home
G             Am
Every morning when I wake
  G                 E
I pray someday that she'll
Am           C
Lay a flower on my grave
       G               Am
When I die in Anderson ville

     G               Am
Some men are born to preach God's word
G                    E
Some men are born to kill
      Am               C
And I guess that I was only born
   G               Am
To die in Anderson ville
      Am               C
And I guess that I was only born
   G               Am
To die in Anderson ville