Abe, put the horse in the stable
With the last of the water and grain
Bring a torch to the field
And we'll burn fifty years away
Bring down your sister's blue ribbon
The one that she won at the fair
And since Richmond has fell
You'd best poison the well on your way
Make up a bed in the wagon
And bring every blanket you find
This damn winter's cold so cold
And your mother's so old for the ride
I know, Abe, it's hard what I'm askin'
To leave half a lifetime to them
But armies don't care
If your sons were born there
And the bullets don't see
Who they're taking from me
And I know you'll not cry
When I tell you that I've got to stay
A debt to pay
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