Well now I am just a simple man with no command of the written word I can only try to tell y'all about the things that I've seen and heard Won't you listen to this picture forever etched upon my mind The day that storm broke loose just north of Marietta all along the Kennesaw line The day that storm broke loose just north of Marietta all along the Kennesaw line Well the sun rose high above us that morning on a clear and cloudless day A peckerwood, he tapped on a tree that would soon be shot away The heat blistered down through the leaves on the trees The air seemed hot enough to catch fire Heaven seemed to be made of brass The sun rose higher and higher And then everything got real still and quiet My old mess mate, Walter Hood, he said, "Them boys down there they're up to something I know it just ain't no good" Well it was then the storm broke, swept down on us, rumbling through the hills Oh Walter sighed and he dropped his rifle I heard him say something 'bout whippoorwills He said, "Sammy, can't you hear 'em singing Singing for you and me Yes, and all the Maury Grays, Lord Carry me back to Tennessee God bless the First and the Twenty-seventh The Grand Rock City Guard Sammy, nobody every told me that dying would be this hard"