White Plains Follow

Today I killed a man I didn't know
I held my rifle high and shot him low
I'd like to think he really was to blame
For I never knew or never will his name

I guess that someone, somewhere knew him well
And they'll cry when they're told that he has fell
But it's hard for me to think of him as good
'Cause he'd done me just the same if only he could

Oh mama, oh mama, I'm so cold
And I feel like I am quickly growing old
So I hope you are thinking of your son
For tomorrow morning I'll be twenty-one

Oh Johnny Rebel, Johnny Rebel, he don't wonder now
He don't wonder how

Today my sergeant told me I've done well
For I sent another Southern boy to hell
But I can't help wondering about this loss of life
If that rebel soldier had a wife

Oh mama, oh mama, I'm so cold
And the good book doesn't help me like you told
'Cause it don't tell me if I'm right or wrong
And when this war will end and just how long

Oh mama, oh mama, I'm so cold
And I feel I am quickly growing old
So I hope that you are thinking of your son
'Cause tomorrow morning I'll be twenty-one