The Legend Of The Rebel Soldier

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Lee Ann Womack - Country

The Legend Of The Rebel Soldier

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In a dreary Yankee prison where a Rebel soldier lay By his side there stood a preacher ere his soul should pass away And he faintly whispered "Parson" as he clutched him by the hand Oh Parson, tell me quickly: will my soul pass through the Southland? Will my soul pass through the Southland, to my old Virginia grand Will I see the hills of Georgia and the green fields of Alabam Will I see that little churchhouse where I pledged my heart and hand Oh Parson, tell me quickly: will my soul pass through the Southland? [Instrumental] Was for loving dear old Dixie, in this dreary cell I lie Was for loving dear old Dixie, in this Northern state I die Will you see my little daughter, will you make her understand Oh Parson, tell my quickly: will my soul pass through the Southland? With his soul pure as a lily and his body sanctified In that dreary Yankee prison, the brave Rebel soldier died Then the parson looked up to heaven and in blessing raised his hand "Father, grant this soldier's wishes: may his soul pass through the Southland"

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