Civil War Song
The song became popular among Confederate Army troops, especially those from Texas, though the last verse and the chorus are slightly different. It was sung after the defeat of Gen. John Bell Hood's Army at the Battle of Nashville in December 1864.
(Last verse)
- Oh my feet are torn and bloody, and my heart is full of woe,
- I'm going back to Georgia, to find my Uncle Joe,
- You may talk about your Beauregard, and sing of General (or Bobby) Lee,
- But the gallant Hood of Texas, played hell in Tennessee.
This refers to famous Confederate generals Joseph Johnston, P.G.T. Beauregard, Robert E. Lee, and John Bell Hood.
In this version of the chorus, "soldier" replaced "darky." The same substitution is made throughout the song.
Read more about this topic: The Yellow Rose Of Texas (song)
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