Ride Of The Redlegs

Papa Samuel who's a ridin up here?
They're Federal soldiers boy don't you fear
Why can't they leave us farm people alone?
'Cos they're sposed to tear apart everyman's home

Hey there Doctor Samuels
We've got things to talk about
Your step son Frank is hiding on this land
And we're gonna drive him out

He's a low down rebel irregular
He's been riding with Quantrell's band
They've been burnin and lootin, rapin and shootin
Clean across Union land

Bring me my gun boy
Bring me my gun

You young punk just stay here
No wait a minute maybe he'll talk
Sergeant strip him, Corporal whip him
Beat him till he can't walk

He's just a boy
He's only a boy

What do you persecute us for?
We ain't a part of this war
Why do you have to harm the kid?
He don't know where Frank is hid

You don't have to worry bout me papa
Save yourself papa
Save yourself

Let's hang the old man and leave him
They ain't got nothing to say
These southern sympathizers will get a little wiser
When they see what's happened here today

You'll live to regret this
You'll live to regret this

Jesse what's happened to you?
You've been beaten black and blue
Tell me child what is wrong
What's been going on

Papa Samuels is a hangin from the barn mama
Cut him down mama
Cut him down