Catoosa County - Shawn Mullins

I turned 17, spring of 1861

And I killed 20 men 'fore I turned 21

20 holes and 20 men, 20 holes they’s buried in

There they lay in the cold red Georgia play at Catoosa County

I can hear the screaming, I can smell black powder burning

Cannon balls flying and the Gatling guns turning

Thousand souls, a thousand men, a thousand holes they’s buried in

Shallow graves in the cold heart Georgia play at Catoosa County

And the blue and the gray, paint the colors of the light

How the old men found a way to send the young men out to die

If I could I would place a 100 billion dollar bounty

On the hate that makes a war that digs graves at Catoosa County

Night falling on the hills and the blue moon comes a-shining

And I can hear the weeper wail and the whining

And all the souls of all the men roll in the holes they’s buried in

Blue and gray and the blood red Georgia play at Catoosa County

And the blue and the gray, part the colors of the light

And it’s true you can’t pray but even God ain’t saying why

If I could I would place a 100 billion dollar bounty

On the hate that makes wars that digs graves at Catoosa County