Lyrics:

We came up from Sheffield And they put us on the line You could smell the powder burnin' And man, it hurt my eyes They knew them boys were tired and weak- We were fresh and we were strong We could not wait to blast away And make our presence known But every time I took my aim And got one in my sight In my heart I knew the way And this way was not right Oh, I guess my daddy would be proud But my momma, she's ashamed And I know deep down we need a change Them Northern boys are friends of mine But I've got my Southern pride I'm standin' here a-fightin' Wishin' there Was another side We burned each other's crops and fields And took the very best We fought our way back and forth Then they put us to the test I know that some things are wrong But what gave them the right To point their righteous fingers And expect us not to fight? We all cried on the night they burned Atlanta down How much more can we take and still stand our ground? Oh, I guess my daddy would be proud But my momma, she's ashamed And I know deep down we need a change Them colored boys are friends of mine But I've got my Southern pride I'm standin' here a-fightin' Wishin' there Was another side In four years the smoke had cleared And I went back to the farm Little brother met me at the bridge And he held out his arms He was thin and weak and wounded And dressed in Yankee blue Well, I cried and I held him And together we both knew If it could be done over There would be a better way Still one family, and one nation Oh, but what a price we paid I guess my daddy would be proud Bu