I turned 17, spring of 1861 And I killed 20 men 'fore I turned 21 20 holes and 20 men, 20 holes they's buried in There they lay in the cold red Georgia play at Catoosa County I can hear the screaming, I can smell black powder burning Cannon balls flying and the Gatling guns turning Thousand souls, a thousand men, a thousand holes they's buried in Shallow graves in the cold heart Georgia play at Catoosa County And the blue and the gray, paint the colors of the light How the old men found a way to send the young men out to die If I could I would place a 100 billion dollar bounty On the hate that makes a war that digs graves at Catoosa County Night falling on the hills and the blue moon comes a-shining And I can hear the weeper wail and the [Incomprehensible] whining And all the souls of all the men roll in the holes they's buried in Blue and gray and the blood red Georgia play at Catoosa County And the blue and the gray, part the colors of the light And it's true you can't pray but even God ain't saying why If I could I would place a 100 billion dollar bounty On the hate that makes wars that digs graves at Catoosa County