Dear sweet Suzanne I know it's been some time since I've got the chance to write you to let you know I'm doin fine
Today we finally stopped to let our horses have a break with the yankees right behind us only God knows what lies in our
Fate the cannon balls are flyin over my head as I fight here on this battlefield that's soaked in blood red the horses pull
Away with another load of my dead friends they're headed into town so they can ship em home again they're finally goin home
But not on there own two feet they're on a wagon in a wooden box goin to a heart broke family
An' I pray every night that that won't be me we're on a battlefield of broken souls dear Lord can't You see it ain't about
The north and South or who wins the fight it ain't about the blue and Gray we're the one's stuck here today most of us stuck
Here to fight don't even own a slave lose our lives for some rich ol man who thinks he knows the way he thinks the way into
Heaven is just by what you own but all the horses cows and land can't go with you when you go
Dear sweet Suzanne I know it's been some time since I've got the chance to write you to let you know I'm doin fine
Just one last thing before I let you go well I hope this letter reaches you before the box carries me home