What I fought for.

I fought for the stars and bars,

wounded body, drenched with scars.

Never new my home had burned,

that Sherman killed the ones I yerned.

I fought for my country, and my home

And I left my family, to be alone.

Starving, hungry, cold with chill,

brothers lost and turning ill.

We new at Mannassas, We'd had our fill.

And Fredricksburg wasn't any thrill.

Then Churchville, man what a time

when they killed those boys, for that war crime.

Antietam came home with me,

and three bullets to the knee.

Gyttysburg we left in question,

Of what to do with our direction.

I fought for my country, and my home

And I left my family, to be alone.

Starving, hungry, cold with chill,

brothers lost and turning ill.

Of course by now the war was lost,

courage frozen with the '64 frost.

We were beaten back and dieing with fears,

brothers lost, dieing with my tears.

We had came up short of Washingtons Dome,

When I learned the fate, of my beloved home.

Our lines are a stalemate, no way to win.

All this while we gave in.

Our rears destroyed, I lost my home.

A large price to pay an unjust war.

I gave my wife, my darling Jerome.

And too much else, to ignore.

I fought for my country, and my home

And I left my family, to be alone.

Starving, hungry, cold with chill,

brothers lost and turning ill.

This wars made heros, like Lee and Stonewall.

And made villians, does Burnside care at all?

Me, I me, and I'm nobody to see.

And to that, you will easily agree.

I fought for my states rights,

And had my battles, up in them heights.

Fought for a country, new and abused

we never thought that we would lose.

It's not that we lost, that makes us mad.

It's the way they beat us, that was so bad.

Sherman the Murderer, Grant the Drunk,

Rosecrans the puppet, and Burnside the Skunk.

I fought for my country, and my home

And I left my family, to be alone.

Starving, hungry, cold with chill,

brothers lost and turning ill.

I gave my home, my loved ones,

My money I saved.

I gave it up, to raise the guns.

To go out, and be depraved.

Do I regret it, not at all.

But, just look at what I gave,

for my country to be saved.

I fought for my country, and my home

And I left my family, to be alone.

Starving, hungry, cold with chill,

brothers lost and turning ill.

I fought for the stars and bars,

wounded body, drenched with scars.

Never new my home had burned,

that Sherman killed the ones I yerned.