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Jailhouse of County Fife
The Elders
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In the jailhouse of County Fife, all good men did time
For celebrating good and bad with fists and a bottle of wine
In the cellblock late one night, a rumour passed our way
Of a blanket and a rifle, and three-square meals a day
And three-square meals a day
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Now in the winter, we set sail from troubles and from pain
The new world came up on the bow somewhere the coast in Maine
They signed us up right then and there, every man and boy
And they took us down to Washington, the place of our employ
We was off to fight that Johnny Reb in the name of Uncle Sam
We'll chase 'em down with cannon balls 'til we reach the promised land
The Union men of County Fife
We'll fight to the very last man (whoo!)
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Well, we rolled right through Antietam, the fighting hand to hand
Somehow, we got to Gettysburg, and we hardly lost a man
They paid us off in whiskey, the one thing we could spend
'Cause the greenback Union dollars, we had nowhere to send
We was off to fight that Johnny Reb in the name of Uncle Sam
We'll chase 'em down with cannon balls 'til we reach the promised land
The Union men of County Fife
We'll fight to the very last man
When we marched into Atlanta, we knew it was meant to be
We all knew General Sherman was marching to the sea
Some say they had it coming, some say we was blind
But we left everything that crossed our path for the widows that they left behind
We was off to fight that Johnny Reb in the name of Uncle Sam
We'll chase 'em down with cannon balls 'til we reach the promised land
The Union men of County Fife
We'll fight to the very last man
We'll fight to the very last man (hey!)
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