November of '63 High up over Tennessee We were holding lookout mountain We couldn't see down through the clouds But there wasn't any doubt That there was Yankees there beyond the county The Union guns began to roar Firing up from the valley floor And through the mist it looked like lightening Their muskets spouting flame Up through the fog they came I will not lie lord it was frightening And the chaplain said, "Boys we're up so high, If you listen you'll hear Gabriel's trumpet sounding, And heavens just a step away, For the brave men who will die on lookout mountain." Our cannons could not fire Straight down the mountain side And those Yankee boys drew closer The odds was 6 to 1 So when captain Brown said, "Son, Can you hold on?" I told him, "No Sir!" In the driving rain With the powder gone We sent boulders crashing down around them Well we done our best But they would not turn And we could not hold them off of lookout mountain We saw that all hope was gone But we thought of the folks at home And if we ran it would surely disgrace them So as the bullets flew There was just one thing to do We said a prayer And turned to face them Well they shot me down But there was no pain In the darkness one more rebel heart stopped pounding By the morning light I was glory bound Before they raised the union flag on lookout mountain By the morning light We were glory bound Before they raised the union flag on lookout mountain...