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