Band: Carrie Nation & the Speakeasy
Album: Hatchetations (2013)
Track #9: Andersonville
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Lyrics:

Well, 30,000 Yankees prisoner on Southern soil
In a stockade made o' squalor, Union cattle of Confederate spoils
But Captain Henry Wirz stood alone upon a hill
And though his legend lives on still, he's called the Demon of Andersonville

Well, Grant thought he was slick when he called the troop trades off
So we packed 20 on to 10, made conditions even worse
But Grant and Lincoln both ignored the pleas of their own men
From bogs of filth so who's to blame for Yankees killed in Andersonville

Well, don't drink the water, 95 died last week
You can't cross no deadline wearin' the captain's jewellery
Well, they huddled from marauders and they prayed there'd come a day
When no more Union soldiers are packed away and killed in Andersonville

Well, August 23, 1864
Gangrene and scurvy started takin' thousands more
But just a week later when Atlanta fell to Blue
It left the Union army wonderin' what to do with Andersonville

Well, one year later, the scaffolding stood high
For the only rebel officer convicted, condemned to die
Well, they offered him a plea - he knew that he'd do no such thing
And that he'd hang for orders followed and men killed in Andersonville

Well, at 10 a.m. the gallows touched the bottom of his shoes
Well, a crowd o' Union soldiers climbed the trees to get a better view
And though the motion was fulfilled, Wirz's neck did not break still
And as he writhed with his last breath upon the hill
Well, Union soldiers asked him "Wirz, do you remember Andersonville?"

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