Ballad of Calvin Crozier
Good People of This Town, You'd do Well to Gather 'round
There Is Something Here to Say
A Good Man Died Here On This Day
You'd do Well to Know His Name
And It's Here His Gravestone Lays
He Was Free and the Soldiers Didn't Understand
When He Returned and Gave His Life For Another Man
Calvin Crozier
They Made Him Dig His Grave
Calvin Crozier
Then They Shot Him Where He Lay
Then the Soldiers Danced
Well They Danced All Night
On the Shallow Grave of Calvin Crozier
He Had Fought For Four Long Years
Seen His Share of Blood and Tears
He Had Earned His Long Ride Home
In a Box Car For the Night
Union Soldiers For Delight
Came to Make Their Presence Known
He Was Free and the Soldiers Didn't Understand
When He Returned and Gave His Life For Another Man
Calvin Crozier
They Made Him Dig His Grave
Calvin Crozier
Then They Shot Him Where He Lay
Then the Soldiers Danced
Well They Danced All Night
On the Shallow Grave of Calvin Crozier
Balada de Calvin Crozier
Buenas personas de este pueblo, sería bueno que se reunieran aquí
Hay algo que decir
Un buen hombre murió aquí en este día
Sería bueno que supieran su nombre
Y aquí yace su lápida
Él era libre y los soldados no entendieron
Cuando regresó y dio su vida por otro hombre
Calvin Crozier
Lo obligaron a cavar su tumba
Calvin Crozier
Luego le dispararon donde yacía
Luego los soldados bailaron
Bailaron toda la noche
Sobre la tumba poco profunda de Calvin Crozier
Había luchado durante cuatro largos años
Visto su parte de sangre y lágrimas
Se había ganado su largo viaje a casa
En un vagón de carga por la noche
Soldados de la Unión por diversión
Vinieron a hacerse notar
Él era libre y los soldados no entendieron
Cuando regresó y dio su vida por otro hombre
Calvin Crozier
Lo obligaron a cavar su tumba
Calvin Crozier
Luego le dispararon donde yacía
Luego los soldados bailaron
Bailaron toda la noche
Sobre la tumba poco profunda de Calvin Crozier