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I read your letter about a hundred times today
Thought I'd better write before I'm on my way
We're movin' down
Just where, I can't say
The Indiana snow fell mighty deep, I hear
So winter wheat should fetch a handsome price this year
We'll be all right
When I get out of here
One more month living by the sword
One last valley to march through
Thirty days till I climb aboard a northbound train
Back home to you
I met a southern boy down here in Tennessee
He must've been about the same age as me
Both as scared as two men could be
We talked across the lines till break of day
And while we talked, there just wasn't any blue or gray
Just some things two farm boys will say
His voice drawled sweet as a mockingbird
'Bout drowning rain and weather
Once that night we both swore we heard the whistle call
Of a northbound train
I asked him what he was fighting for
He said, "'Cause, Yankee, you're down here"
I said, "That's something I can understand"
But I'm the son of an Indiana volunteer
Just trying to march through all this fear
Long enough to catch that northbound train
And Abby, when I finally get back home to you
Don't ask me nothing 'bout the things I've had to do
It'd chill your soul
Break your heart in two
I ain't the same; Lord knows I've seen some fearful things
And I have heard the breathless beat of angel's wings
When the bullets fly
And the sabers swing
One more month living by the sword
One last valley to march through
Thirty days till I climb aboard a northbound train
Back home to you
Talkin' 'bout a northbound train
Oh, a northbound train
A northbound train
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