Lyrics
Lowly deserter, sing that old song,
And sing a new one for the men
Still in battle, far from heaven;
Raise your voice up and sing to them
Lowly, lowly, it must be lonesome,
Take a hard look at yourself,
And your brother still in battle;
Sing his praises, or don’t sing again
When that question comes to find you,
Don’t deny you never ran,
And when that feeling comes to take you,
Take you walking the streets of hell
When that question comes to find you,
Don’t deny you never ran,
And when that feeling comes to take you,
Take you walking the streets of hell
