Shovels and Rope - Missionary Ridge Lyrics

It was a faction of the Army of the Cumberland
The 15th Army Corp
Just a few years back they were a bunch of boys
Who'd never left home before

But the shame of Chickamauga
And so hungry they could almost die
Without any order from the general
They clamored up the mountainside

(They clamored up the mountainside)
Don't go whistlin' Dixie on Missionary Ridge
Don't call to arms those poltergeists to open up the casket lids
You'll wake those boys to wander among the old carnage

So don't go whistlin' Dixie on Missionary Ridge
On the 25th of November
It happened in the broad daylight
Gazing down on Chattanooga

Bragg did not foresee the fight
Outnumbered the Blue Coats two to one
He tucked his tail to flee
The Union broke the Confederate line

And marched south to the sea
(Marched south to the sea)
Don't go whistlin' Dixie on Missionary Ridge
Don't call to arms those poltergeists to open up the casket lids

You'll wake those boys to wander among the old carnage
So don't go whistlin' Dixie on Missionary Ridge
In the stillness of the morning
When you breathe the mountain air

The chill that you will feel
Reminds you of what happened there
When the light drips down the mountain
And the fog lifts from its face

The darkness of that memory lies buried in a sunny place
So don't go whistlin' Dixie on Missionary Ridge
Don't call to arms those poltergeists to open up the casket lids
You'll wake those boys to wander among the old carnage
So don't go whistlin' Dixie on Missionary Ridge