Well I came from the valley I'm a Rebel boy Born on the banks of the Shenandoah In '61 I went to the was to win one for Virginia. Yeah my brother went first then they called me too I was green as the clover in the morning dew So I marched to the drumming and I sang to the tune Carry me back to Virginia. Fire in the cannon, water in the well, Race to the valley with a Rebel yell I learned right quick how to march like hell and to fix that bayonet. Why dontcha carry me back, why dontcha carry me back Carry me back to Virginia. With a sword and a saddle and powder in a gun We thought for a minute our fight was done So they lined us up with our medals on and they hammered us into the quicksand. Then they burned that valley in a blaze of fire Cut through the lines like a red hot iron So we ran for cover with our clothes afire and we shivered in the cold against them. But the war ain't done ain't quitting, Hell We dove for the pockets of the ones that fell. Dressed in rags, we ate wet grass When they cut off our legs we cried. Why dontcha carry me back, why dontcha carry me back Carry me back to Virginia. Why dontcha carry me back, why dontcha carry me back Carry me back to Virginia. We died in the valleys, we died in the swamps On the banks of the river where the whitetail jumps, Died in the ditches, in the backs of the fields, In the belly of the wagon where our wounds were healed Died in the foxholes, dropped in our camps. Died when the rifles overcome the ranks. Spilled our blood in a fight for the valley In our barracks overlooking Dixieland. Down in Alabama, down in Caroline Way down Georgia on the Tennessee line We fought for the Rebels and Robert E. Lee Now we want to go home to Virginia Say "we want to go home to Virginia" Why dontcha carry me back, why dontcha carry me back Carry me back to Virginia Why dontcha carry me back, why dontcha carry me back I want to be buried in Virginia.