'Twas a bullet in my leg, right off I got sick
I came to in a wagonload of ten more wounded men
Five was dead by the time we reached that bloody tent
Gimme some of that Soldier's Joy, you know what I mean
I don't want to hurt no more my leg is turnin' green
Now the doctor came and looked at me and this is what he said
Your dancin' days are done, son, it's a good thing you ain't dead
Then he went to work with a carvin' knifed, sweat fell from his brow
'Bout killed me tryin' to save my life when he cut that lead ball out
Gimme some of that Soldier's Joy, ain't you got no more
Hand me down my walkin' cane I ain't cut out for war
Now the red blood run right through my veins, it run all over the floor
And it run right down his apron strings like a river out the door
He handed me a bottle said, son drink deep as you can
He turned away and he turned right back with a hacksaw in his hand
Gimme some of that Soldier's Joy you know what I like
Bear down on that fiddle boys just like Saturday night
Gimme some of that Soldier's Joy you know what I crave
I'll be hittin' that Soldier's Joy 'til I'm in my grave
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