Heaven's Full
Of Southern Boys
copyright 1995
When St. Peter blows
assembly, across that river in the air,
and God falls us in for roll
call, I wonder who'll be there?
When he calls the name of
Davis, all the angels will stand and cheer!
Of presidents now or former,
only he will answer "Here!"
And I'm sure that I'll here
"Present", when he calls the name of Lee,
right after Thomas Jackson,
who'll be standing next to me!
He'll mark Abe Lincoln
absent, 'cause him and Grant have gone to hell!
but they're not alone, the
yankee dogs, 'cause Sherman's there as well!
There'll be a million new
gray uniforms, and battleflags unstained!
And from every hilltop
drifts the sounds, of Dixie's sweet refrain!
Warm blankets for the
asking, more food than we can eat,
and brogan shoes with new
peg soles, for every pair of feet!
A brand new shiny Enfield,
with cartridges galore,
and canvas tents to sleep
in, with soft hay upon the floor!
I'll stack arms with Grandpa
Foster, and ask him if he knew,
that someday I, his
grandson, would join this chosen few!
We'll sit by heaven's
campfires, and talk of long ago,
and I'll tell ol' Pete, and
Sam Hood too, that "Y'all was right," but I'm sure they know!
I'll spend time with Jeb and
Nathan, and Dick Taylor will be there too,
along with Pickett and A.P.
Hill, and Walker, to name a few!
Yeah, Heaven's full of
Southern boys, who answer "Here" to God's roll call,
'cause HE was born in Dixie
too, and speaks with a Southern drawl!!