Better times a comin'

There'll be better times a coming,

When they stop that awful drumming,

And they send us home a running.

There'll be better times a coming.

I've seen too much to fit into

This letter that I write.

I saw brothers killing brothers

In the middle of the fight.

But, there'll be better times a coming,

When they stop that awful drumming,

And they send us home a running.

There'll be better times a coming.

From Chancellorsville to Gettysburg

I've heard too much to tell,

As the bullets flew around me

Through the smoky clouds of hell.

But, there'll be better times a coming,

When they stop that awful drumming,

And they send us home a running.

There'll be better times a coming.

I know that I'm supposed to hate

The rebel boys I see.

But the ones who charge our trenches

Look an awful lot like me.

But, there'll be better times a coming,

When they stop that awful drumming.

And they send us home a running.

There'll be better times a coming.

I've heard them say the end is near.

We're praying for it now.

We can trade these deadly rifles

For the handles of a plow.

And there'll be better times a coming,

And they'll stop that awful drumming.

And we'll all come home a running.

There'll be better times a coming.

Bluegrass / Western Lyric by Dennis Goodwin - copyright 2007 e-mail: ezywriter47@hotmail.com