rd Fret Intro: (2x) It was carnival, 1898 When they blew up the Maine in Havana The young across the country, they all called for blood But the elders they remembered 'Cause they'd fought a Civil War, they'd seen the bodies piled They were in no rush to send young men to die But them yellow journalists, they got the nation riled And them war drums kept on beating The world it never knew what hit The American century begun And that short little war, that they had themselves with Spain Old Glory never was the same Oh, after 1898 Instrumental: