November of sixty-three
High above went down to sea
We were home in the Lookout Mountain
Couldn't see down through the clouds
But there wasn't any doubt
That there were Yankees there
Beyond the counting
The union guns began to roar
Firing up from the valley floor
And through the mist
It look like lightning
Muskets loud and blank
Up through the fall they came
I will not lie
Lord it was frightening
And the captain said
Boys ritsel high
If you listen
You'll hear Gabriel's trumpets sounding
And heaven's just a step away
For the brave men
Who will die on Lookout Mountain
Our cannons could not fire
Straight down mountain side
And the yankee boys, they drew closer
The odds were six to one
So the captain ground said son
And you were wrong
I told him, no sir
In the driving rain
With the powder gone
We sent boulders crashing down around them
Well we done our bid
But they would not turn
We could not hold them off on Lookout Mountain
We saw that all hope was gone
With the thought of the folks at home
If we ran in the woods
Surely disgrace them
Slowly as the bullets flew
But it was just one thing to do
I sit in prayer
Turned to face them
Well they shot me down
But there was no pain
In the darkness one more rebel heart stopped pounding
By the morning light
I was glory bound
Before the rakes put the union flag on Lookout Mountain
By the morning light
We were glory bound
Before the rakes put the union flag on Lookout Mountain