Corb Lund – I Wanna Be In The Cavalry Reprise (Guitar)

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I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war

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I wanna good steed under me like my forefathers before

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Courageous at first we took their worst, our positions we held stout

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We clung to belief and we hung on the speech from our trusted leaders' mouths

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Overwhelming odds and a hopeless cause and our cities overrun

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There were them that said we was badly led and God were we outgunned

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I lost count of the worthy mounts that from under me were cut

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My favourite mare with her head in the air took the cannon in her gut

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In the first two weeks on that bloody creek my brother lost his arm

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Was only sixty days till all we prayed us to get us home unharmed

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O for the day that we signed our names and the well that we were wished

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The men's congrats and the pats on the backs and the ladies that we kissed

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The band that played and the grande parade and the patriotic shouts

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All faded fast, didn't even last till the uniforms wore out

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And there were none to replace nor to help us face the winters cold and bleak

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That chilled to the bone the pneumonia prone and froze our bootless feet

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Then the typhoid hit with its fevered fits, TB and dysentery

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That prove in the end to have killed more men than the vilest enemy

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We were finally forced to feed on horse and carcass we could scrounge

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When the wagons stopped and we'd burnt their crops to tarred and barren ground

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With morale in doubt and our pride run out no honour did I see

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All I seen were a thousand dreams piled dead in front of me

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I wanna be in the cavalry if they send me off to war

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I wanna be in the cavalry but I won't ride home no more