Catoosa County

I turned seventeen spring of 1861
And I killed twenty men 'fore I turned twenty-one
Twenty holes in twenty men
Twenty holes they's buried in
There they lay in the cold red Georgia clay of Catoosa County

I can hear the screamin' I can smell black powder burnin'
Cannon balls flyin' and the Gatlin' guns a-turnin'
A thousand souls, a thousand men
A thousand holes they's buried in
Shallow graves in the cold hard Georgia clay of Catoosa County

And The Blue and The Gray paint the colors of the lie
How the old men find a way to send the young men off to die
If I could I would place a hundred billion dollar bounty
On the hate that makes the war that digs the graves of Catoosa County

Night fallin' on the hills and a full moon comes a-shinin'
I can hear the whippoorwill and the coyotes go to whinin'
And all the souls of all the men
Roll in the holes they's buried in
Blue and gray in the blood red Georgia clay of Catoosa County

And The Blue and The Gray are the colors of the lie
And it's true you can pray but even God ain't sayin' why
If I could I would place a hundred billion dollar bounty
On the hate that makes the wars that dig the graves of Catoosa County