Luther
left us first light Friday morning.
Well, Dan and Becky wave goodbye.
They're gonna have to share the weight together.
Idle hands will see a good farm slowly die.
Shallow
Springs in
bullets start to fly.
April's calm and the air smells fresh with rain.
They watched his shadow fade around the bend.
He's headed for a different kind of thunder
and the stunned surprise in the eyes of dying men.
Gone to shallow for the Union.
Shoulder to shoulder.
Side by side.
Gone to shallow.
Time passes slowly when flags and bullets start to fly.
The old black rooster sang him down that dirt road.
His steps in bold.
His manner fancy free.
I pray we see him alive and well in the fall here.
Then that God forsaken place in Tennessee.
Gone to shallow
for the Union.
Shoulder to shoulder.
Side by side.
Gone to shallow.
Men stand united when flags and bullets start to fly.
After all this,
if we should prevail,
heaven help the South
when Sherman comes their way.