Catoosa County

I turned 17, spring of 1861 And I killed 20 men 'fore I turned 21 20 holes and 20 men, 20 holes they's buried in There they lay in the cold red Georgia clay at Catoosa County I can hear the screamin’, I can smell black powder burnin’ Cannon balls flyin’ and the Gatlin’ guns a-turnin’ A thousand souls, a thousand men, a thousand holes they's buried in Shallow graves in the cold hard Georgia clay at Catoosa County And the blue and the gray, paint the colors of the light How the old men found a way to send the young men off to die If I could I would place a 100 billion dollar bounty On the hate that makes a war that digs the graves at Catoosa County Night fallin’ on the hills and the full moon comes a-shinin’ And I can hear the whippoorwill and the coyotes go to whinin’ And all the souls of all the men roll in the holes they's buried in Blue and gray and the blood red Georgia clay at Catoosa County And the blue and the gray, part the colors of the light And it's true you can't pray but even God ain't sayin’ why If I could I would place a 100 billion dollar bounty On the hate that makes wars that dig graves at Catoosa County