Who's gonna blow the bugle And give the battle cry? Who's gonna fire the gatling gun And who's gonna bravely die? Who's gonna be the daring? Who's gonna be the bold? Who's gonna bathe in pools of blood And sleep out in the cold? Billy Yank And Johnny Reb Billy Yank And Johnny Reb Who's that with the blisters On their feet and mouth? Not the politicians In the north and in the south! Who's that in the moonlight Talkin to his pa? Who's that in the bushes Tradin coffee for a chaw? When the war is over Lawsy mercy me! Who's gonna guard our country From some foreign enemy? Who's gonna drive the cattle? Who's gonna fed the mill? Who's gonna plow cotton n corn And who's gonna run the stills? Who's gonna court the ladies And buy their wedding bands? Who's gonna shoe their pretty little feet And glove their pretty little hands? Who's gonna be the leaders? Who's gonna be the men? Who's gonna see that we Don't ever fight ourselves again?