Someone Play Dixie For Me

I met a man in Richmond



Laid out on the street



White lightning in a bottle



Discarded at his feet



This dirty broken derelect



Could barely speak my name



He raised his head and looked my way



The words they slowly came



Play Dixie for me, Billy



I'll hold my head up proud



Sing about them fields of cotton



Sing it for me loud



Sing about the Bullruns



Sing about the day



I shot my brother dressed in blue



While I was dressed in grey



We marched out from Manassas



Cannons on our tail



Set fire to the cornfields



Tore up all the rails



Met up at the Bullrun



Neither broke away



The ballad of the bullrun



Told in blue and grey



They marched us down to Vicksburg



By then we didn't care



It didn't matter where we went



Our death was in the air



I had a couple brothers



And each of them would say



As one would shoot the other



A prayer for blue and grey



And then one day at Appomattox



Madness came to cease



As blue and grey had stopped the killing



Settled for a peace



I settled on a couple brothers'



Souls for whom to pray



I settled on a ballad



Told in blue and grey