I did my best, oh mother dear, the cruel war to survive
knowin’ that you’d need your son, since papa up’t and died
I thought we’d run them Yankees back, right north into Missouri
it’d only take a week or two; no need was there for worry
Two thousand strong, we left Fort Smith, marching toward Cane Hill
and that is where we found Blunt’s men and blood began to spill
It wasn’t like I thought it’d be, I’m very sad to say
cause somethin' happens to your soul when murder has its way
Killin’ ain’t a natural thing that good folks ought to do
and that is why my finger froze when I seen cousin Hugh
I know he never saw my face, but just a suit of grey
so please don't tell Aunt Martha who put me in my grave