Kelly Brown was a mighty fine man
His skin was the color of the good rich land
He bought a slow -beard mule named Dan
And broke a little piece of ground
Feared the place with his
Till the soldiers came to town
Light a fire in the old hidden ground
Stand by the river, they're burning
Kevin Brown never took a side,
Trouble came and he closed his eyes,
till he woke to the sound of the guns
Stole the chickens and the old milk cow,
left him nothing but a broken heart
He cried out, what can I do now
but to wait for the kingdom come?
light a fire in the old campground
This war was a mighty fine war,
was a war like the world never seen before.
Only one not keeping score
was a man named Caleb Brown.
No one knows what his eyes have seen,
Buried all his hopes and dreams
Down in the cold, cold ground
Light a fire in the old campground