If I Were Not In Blue

I turned 17 in '63 on a battle feild in Tennessee. I did what I was told do an never questioned why, until in Vicksburg on some farmers land, so close that we fought hand to hand I met a rebel boy, but spared his life In another place at another time you might have been a friend of mine. There'd be no bloody fields, no screams of pain And i have too wonder what could be, if it came down to you an me. If i were not in blue or you in gray bridge: verse: He was 17 and dressed in grey, and I could tell that in so many ways, we had a lot in common underneath those uniforms. In the day light we fought fearlessly, in the dark we cried ourselves to sleep longing for our mothers' loving arms repeat chorus