Shaking Hands Soldiers Joy

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Shaking hands and fingers that do tremble,

Soldier's Joy has been a bitter pill.
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Though in battle, a brave man I resemble,
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Alone I am a coward without will.



[Verse 2]
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Pierce McGee from the great State of Missouri,

To the Show-Me-State militia I belong.
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And to judge from the pride on the Confederate side,
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I'd say five hundred thousand rebels can't be wrong.



[Verse 3]
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A rebel stand is no place for a traitor.

A loveless Union cannot bend us to her will.
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Cannot command the soldiers who now hate her,
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Nor demand the fealty of her generals.



[Verse 4]
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I took a rifle ball in my shoulder,

But my entire body filled with pain.
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I pleaded with them all at the field hospital:
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"Oh, God, another shot of morphine!"



[Verse 5]
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Soldier's Joy, oh what's the point in pleasure?

When it's only meant to kill the pain?
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Lay down my arms and take the coffin's measure?
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Or take up arms and send me out to fight again?



[Verse 6]
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Shaking hands ..was I a coward, was I brave?

With shaking hands, I took the bitter pill.
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Now tell the story on my grave, my soul they could not save,
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What the bullet would not kill, the needle will!