Well, I come from the valley, I'm a rebel boy
Born on the banks of the Shenandoah
In sixty one, I went to the war
To win one for Virginia
Ya, my brother went first and they called me to
I was green as clover in the morning dew
So I marched to the drum and I sang to the tune
Carry me back to Virginia
Fire in the cannon, water in the well
Raced through the valley with a rebel yell
I learned right quick how to march
Like hell and affix that bayonet
Won't ya carry me back?
Won't ya carry me back?
Carry me back to Virginia
With a sword and a saddle, powder in the gun
We thought for a minute our fight was done
So they lined us up to the metals arm
And hammered us into the quicksand
Then they burned that valley in a blaze of fire
Cut through the lands like a red hot iron
'Til the men took cover where the horses piled
Then we shivered and then hold against them
But the war raged on like flames of hell
We dug through the pockets of the ones who fell
Dressed in rags and we ate that grass
When they cut off our legs we cried
Won't ya carry me back?
Won't ya carry me back?
Carry me back to Virginia
Won't ya carry me back?
Won't ya carry me back?
Carry me back to Virginia
And they died in the valley, died in the swamp
On the banks of the river where the whitetail jumped
Died in the ditches, died in the fields
In the belly of a wagon for a woman's to heal
Died in the war, starved in the camps
Locked in the prisons of a meaner man
Spilled our blood in the fight to defend
And to bury the tome of a-dixieland
Down in Alabama, down in Caroline
Way down in Georgia, on the Tennessee line
We fought for the rebels and Robert E Lee
Now we want to go home to Virginia
Say we want to go home to Virginia
Won't ya carry me back?
Won't ya carry me back?
Carry me back to Virginia
Won't ya carry me back?
Won't ya carry me back?
I wanna be buried in Virginia