[00:20.00]written by David Munyon, S.P. Standley
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[00:41.05]In the rain you can't tell a distance
[00:47.73]It might be a friend or a foe
[00:54.37]Johnny Reb go ahead make your decision
[01:00.99]Union Jacks old feet are gettin' cold
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[01:10.92]Leaving home, leaving Gail and the children
[01:17.80]Robert Sloan, all alone standing guard
[01:24.18]Patriot of the southern tradition
[01:30.86]We have a right to farm the way we want
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[01:40.99]Toy soldiers with faces of little children
[01:47.62]Too confused, too tired to complain
[01:54.31]Time to march hope old Sarge knows...
[01:57.73]Where he's goin'...
[02:01.04]Follow blind; follow the Blue and the Grey
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[02:11.03]Destiny plays a game of redemption
[02:17.97]Like a wheel of a Casson in the mud
[02:24.35]Halbert Blake still in a daze from November
[02:31.16]After shooting his first rebel thug
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[02:41.47]Let it go, go ahead, let it go now
[02:48.10]You can cry no ones looking ahead
[02:54.78]You've still got one good leg to stand on
[03:01.40]You're going home, Bob Thatcher tells his friend
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[03:11.60]Toy soldiers with faces of little children
[03:18.34]Too confused, too tired to complain
[03:25.14]Time to march hope old Sarge knows...
[03:28.76]Where he's goin'...
[03:31.95]Follow blind; follow the Blue and the Grey
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[04:12.08]Underneath a musky tent Kneels a general
[04:18.88]Praying loudly for deliverance for his men
[04:25.45]He could be on either side of this conflict
[04:32.20]He just wishes he wasn't fighting his old friends
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[04:42.39]Crumpled letters in a field coat from aunt Lettie
[04:49.26]„Are you practicing your music like you said“
[04:56.01]„I guess soldiers don't have much free time“
[05:02.82]It doesn't matter the reader's already dead
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[05:09.57]Toy soldiers with faces of little children
[05:16.26]Too confused, too tired to complain
[05:23.14]Time to march hope old Sarge knows...
[05:26.90]Where he's goin'...
[05:30.29]Follow blind; follow the Blue and the Grey
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[06:10.16]The afternoon is the worst for a warrior
[06:17.09]Muskets rest and the cook test his art
[06:24.15]Once a slave in the beginning of this madness
[06:30.77]Now a free-man pushing wounded in a cart
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[06:40.84]Fourteen years voluteer, old as a mountain
[06:47.59]„Send the young one, he's a good shot, yes indeed“
[06:54.40]„There's a sniper in the house by the river“
[07:01.15]„One less Yankee is all the South needs“
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[07:11.21]Toy soldiers with faces of little children
[07:18.09]Too confused, too tired to complain
[07:24.90]Time to march hope old Sarge knows...
[07:28.71]Where he's goin'...
[07:31.77]Follow blind; follow the Blue and the Grey
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[07:38.84]David Munyon: vocal, guitar
[07:39.59]Chris Jones: guitar
[07:40.22]Mike Silver: backing vocals
[07:40.84]Beo Brockhausen: tinwhistle
[07:41.72]Hans-Jörg Maucksch: bass
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