Well, the troops charge hard on the Southern plains, 
Fighting for their lives, 
The Navy Jack flown in the air reminded them of their 
cause. 
The time had come for revolution, 
The blood spilled on the plains, 
In distant hills, they saw, they saw the attack, 
So into death they ran! 
Fight, and die, 
The time has come, 
Charge and kill, 
The Union is gone! 
Blood spilled on the amber grass, 
It was the Spring of '65! 
Fight, and die, 
The time has come, 
Charge and kill, 
The Union is gone! 
Blood spilled on the amber grass, 
It was the Spring of '65! 
Many men of the South had killed 
In the name of slaves, 
Brother fought his blood against 
A violent rampage! 
Sack the forts and kill the men, 
General Lee, he called. 
In times like these, the soldiers said, 
It's hard to stay alive. 
Fight, and die, 
The time has come, 
Charge and kill, 
The Union is gone! 
Blood spilled on the amber grass, 
It was the Spring of '65! 
Fight, and die, 
The time has come, 
Charge and kill, 
The Union is gone! 
Blood spilled on the amber grass, 
It was the Spring of '65! 
Shedding blood of those you love, 
In the Southern wastelands, 
Immolation for the cause, 
In the peaceful Dixie plains. 
They walked the line of life and death, 
In the endless race. 
The horses charge and the bullets fly 
In the last charge for Lee! 
Fight, and die, 
The time has come, 
Charge and kill, 
The Union is gone! 
Blood spilled on the amber grass, 
It was the Spring of '65! 
Fight, and die, 
The time has come, 
Charge and kill, 
The Union is gone! 
Blood spilled on the amber grass, 
It was the Spring of '65! 
South surrenders, Richmond crumbles, 
At the hands of Stonewall. 
Generals meet at Appomatox, 
To discuss a treaty. 
In the eyes of the Union, 
The states never succede. 
All is well until another time, 
When the South is needed! 
Fight, and die, 
The time has come, 
Charge and kill, 
The Union is gone! 
Blood spilled on the amber grass, 
It was the Spring of '65! 
Fight, and die, 
The time has come, 
Charge and kill, 
The Union is gone! 
Blood spilled on the amber grass, 
It was the Spring of '65! 
The Spring of '65! 
The charge for Dixie! 
Charge for Dixie!