Billy Yank and Johnny Reb Songtext

von Jimmy Driftwood

Who's gonna blow the bugle
And give the battle cry?
Who's gonna fire the gatling gun
And who's gonna bravely die?
Who's gonna be the daring?
Who's gonna be the bold?
Who's gonna bathe in pools of blood
And sleep out in the cold?

Billy Yank
And Johnny Reb
Billy Yank
And Johnny Reb

Who's that with the blisters
On their feet and mouth?
Not the politicians
In the north and in the south!
Who's that in the moonlight
Talkin to his pa?
Who's that in the bushes
Tradin coffee for a chaw?

When the war is over
Lawsy mercy me!
Who's gonna guard our country
From some foreign enemy?
Who's gonna drive the cattle?
Who's gonna fed the mill?
Who's gonna plow cotton n corn
And who's gonna run the stills?

Who's gonna court the ladies
And buy their wedding bands?
Who's gonna shoe their pretty little feet
And glove their pretty little hands?
Who's gonna be the leaders?
Who's gonna be the men?
Who's gonna see that we
Don't ever fight ourselves again?