Bugles are calling from prairie to shore
Sign up and fall in and march off to war [bad word] beating loudly, hearts beating proudly
March blue and gray and smile as you go
 
Smoke hides the valleys and fire paints the plains
Loud roar the cannons [bad word] remains
Blue grass and cotton burnt and forgotten
All hope seems gone so, soldier, march on to die
 
Count all the crosses and count all the tears
These are the losses and sad souvenirs
This devastation once was a nation
So fall the dice, how high is the price
 
There in the distance a flag I can see
Scorched and in ribbons but whose can it be
How ends the story, whose is the glory
Ask if we dare [bad word] out there who sleep
 
Count all the crosses and count all the tears
These are the losses and sad souvenirs
This devastation once was a nation
So fall the dice, how high is the price we pay