The Southern Soldier Chords by Bobby Horton

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_ I'll place my knapsack on my back, my rifle on my shoulder.
I'll march away to the firing line and kill that Yankee soldier, and kill that Yankee soldier.
I'll march away to the firing line and kill that Yankee soldier. _
I'll bid farewell to my wife and child, farewell to my aged mother, and go and join in the
bloody strife till this cruel war is over, till this cruel war is over.
Go and join in the bloody strife till this cruel war is over. _ _ _
_ If _ _ _ _ _ I am shot on the battlefield and I should not recover, oh who will protect my wife and
child and care for my aged mother, and care for my aged mother.
Oh who will protect my wife and child and care for my aged mother.
_ And if our southern cause is lost and southern rights denied us, we'll be ground beneath
the tyrants' heel for our demands of justice, for our demands of justice.
We'll be ground beneath the tyrants' heel for our demands of justice. _ _ _ _ _
_ Before _ _ _ _ the south shall bow or hid before the tyrants harm us, I'll give my all to the southern
cause and I and the southern army, and I and the southern army.
I'll give my all to the southern cause and I and the southern army.
_ If I must die for my homeland, my spirit will not falter.
Oh here's my heart and here's my hand upon my country's altar, upon my country's altar.
Here's my heart and here's my hand upon my country's altar. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Then heaven be with us in the strife, be with us southern soldier, we'll drive the mercenary
horde beyond our southern border, beyond our southern border.
We'll drive the mercenary horde beyond our southern border. _ _ _ _ _ _
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