words and music: Kyle Thompson

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Recorded in the Dunker Church, Antietam National Battlefield
ANDERSONVILLE

YOU GODDAMN YANKEE'S, I'LL SHOW YOU...
OH THE DAMAGE...THAT I CAN DO...
IN THIS PRISON PEN OF HORROR, SHAPES OF MEN
I WILL KEEP YOU...UNDER MY BOOT

YOU...DAMN YANKEE!!!...STAY CLEAR OF THAT LINE...
A VOICE HOLLARS...THROUGH SMOKE OF PITCH PINE...
A SHOT RINGS OUT...ANOTHER IS DRAGGED AWAY...
IT DON'T MATTER, IT HAPPENS EVERYDAY

YOU GODDAMN YANKEE'S, WILL FEEL MY HATE......
AND I WILL TEACH YOU......ABOUT MISERY AND FATE...
IT DON'T MATTER HOW MANY OF YOU I KILL...
SO THIS I WILL...ANDERSONVILLE

YOU!!!...DAMN YANKEE!!!...STEP TO THE GATE...
YOU!!!...DAMN YANKEE!!!...WHAT IS YOUR STATE?
DAMN YANKEE!!!...I WILL NEVER LET YOU HOME...
I WILL KEEP YOUR SOUL IN A NAMELESS PILE OF BONES

TELL ME...WHY SHOULD I CARE?
TELL ME...WHY SHOULD I SPARE?
A DAMN YANKEE, WHO CAME TO PLUNDER AND TO KILL
SO YOU SHALL SUFFER!!!...ANDERSONVILLE

ANDERSONVILLE...I'LL BRING YOU IN THROUGH THE NORTH.....
ANDERSONVILLE...I'LL TAKE YOU OUT THROUGH THE SOUTH...

YOU DAMN YANKEE!!!...THIS STOCKADE IS FOR YOU...
HOLD YOU......AND STARVE YOU IS WHAT I'LL DO!!!
IT DON'T MATTER HOW MANY OF YOU I KILL...
SO THIS I WILL...ANDERSONVILLE.

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