On one side a boy from way down in Georgia
Is thinking about Macon where he’d rather be
On one side a boy from up in Illinois
Is thinking about Springfield where he’d rather be
One wears Blue, and one wears Gray
But they’re hard to tell apart, a difference to see
They’re both covered in dust, they both put their trust
In the same God above, what a sweet irony
Some have family, some have friends
Who fight on the other side of the battleline
Holding rifles ready to fire
Not knowing what bodies the bullets may find
One wears Blue, and one wears Gray
But they’re hard to tell apart, a difference to see
They’re both covered in dust, they both put their trust
In the same God above, what a sweet irony
All along the river the campfires are lighting
The soldiers are making an evening meal
The horses are bedded, the big guns are quiet now
A rest for the weary from the battlefield
All along the river the campfires are lighting
