G C
I turned 17 in '63 on a battle feild in Tennessee.
G D
I did what I was told do an never questioned why,
G
until in Vicksburg on some farmers land,
C
so close that we fought hand to hand
G D G
I met a rebel boy, but spared his life
C D
In another place at another time
G
you might have been a friend of mine.
C D G
There'd be no bloody fields, no screams of pain
C D
And i have too wonder what could be,
G
if it came down to you an me.
C D G
If i were not in blue or you in gray
bridge: G,C,G,D,G,C,G,D,G
verse:
G
He was 17 and dressed in grey, and
C
I could tell that in so many ways,
G D
we had a lot in common underneath those uniforms.
G
In the day light we fought fearlessly,
C
in the dark we cried ourselves to sleep
G D G
longing for our mothers' loving arms
repeat chorus