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He ran off to find adventure
At the tender age of nine
Like so many other sons of old Virginia
Though he was too small to hold a rifle
He would bang his drum and smile
As a regimental drummer, for a while
With a heart as green as summer
And a laugh as rich as gold
He would polish up the old dreams
So long forgotten
Somewhere on the road back home from Shiloh
He got older than his years
As a regimental drummer, cried our tears
In his eyes I'd sometimes see
The boy that I used to be
For a moment, I could leave this all behind
All at once the boy was gone
Lost on the road we're on
Just another fallen brother
I still think of him each morning
And I pray for him each night
Just a regimental drummer from old Virginia
And when I close my eyes I still remember
How he'd bang his drum and smile
So I march a little farther
When I hear the drummer's call
For the regimental drummer in us all
Innocence in me has died
Lost somewhere deep inside
Like another fallen brother
Down the dusty roads behind me
To the ones still up ahead
There's a regimental drummer from old Virginia
Who will always fall in step beside me
And bang his drum and smile
So I march a little farther
When I hear the long roll start
For the regimental drummer in my heart
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