Am G Am In the spring of '61 I kissed my mother good- bye G Am I put on a blue uniform and I fought for Lincoln's side G Am 'Til I got caught by Johnny Reb G E In the woods near Chapel Hill Am C I wish to God he would have killed me then G Am G Am But he sent me to Anderson ville G Am My uniform is faded and there's no boots upon my feet G And I'm pulling worms out of the mud Am 'Cause there's nothing else to eat G Am And the rebs can't even feed there own G E Am C So there's no way they can fill the bellies of the Yankees G Am Starving in Anderson ville G Am Some men are born to preach God's word G E Some men are born to kill Am C And I guess that I was only born G Am G Am To die in Anderson ville G Am I dug a hole with my bare hands in the red Georgia clay G 'Cause there ain't no shelter from the sun Am Or the cold wind, or the rain G Am And I'm too damn weak to stand up at all G E So I just lay quiet and still Am C And they can bury me in the hole I dug G Am When I die in Anderson ville G Am Some men are born to preach God's word G E Some men are born to kill Am C And I guess that I was only born G Am G Am To die in Anderson ville [Instrumental] G Am G Am G Am C G Am (E ) G I dream the same dream every night Am Of a woman that I've never known G She's standing by a warm fireside Am And she whispers that I've come home G Am Every morning when I wake G E I pray someday that she'll Am C Lay a flower on my grave G Am When I die in Anderson ville G Am Some men are born to preach God's word G E Some men are born to kill Am C And I guess that I was only born G Am To die in Anderson ville Am C And I guess that I was only born G Am To die in Anderson ville