Ride of the Redlegs

Papa Samuel who's a ridin up here? They're Federal soldiers boy don't you fear Why can't they leave us farm people alone? 'Cos they're sposed to tear apart everyman's home Hey there Doctor Samuels We've got things to talk about Your step son Frank is hiding on this land And we're gonna drive him out He's a low down rebel irregular He's been riding with Quantrell's band They've been burnin and lootin, rapin and shootin Clean across Union land Bring me my gun boy Bring me my gun You young punk just stay here No wait a minute maybe he'll talk Sergeant strip him, Corporal whip him Beat him till he can't walk He's just a boy He's only a boy What do you persecute us for? We ain't a part of this war Why do you have to harm the kid? He don't know where Frank is hid You don't have to worry bout me papa Save yourself papa Save yourself Let's hang the old man and leave him They ain't got nothing to say These southern sympathizers will get a little wiser When they see what's happened here today You'll live to regret this You'll live to regret this Jesse what's happened to you? You've been beaten black and blue Tell me child what is wrong What's been going on Papa Samuels is a hangin from the barn mama Cut him down mama Cut him down