Mama, if you could see me now

I'm not the boy you knew in Macon town

They found a uniform about my size

It's a little big I guess, but that's alright

Mama, if you could see me know

Mama, they're treating me right well

The men all say I brought this good luck spell

I am the mascot of the Third Brigade

They will not march unless I lead the way

Mama, they're treating me right well

Mama, I do not have a gun

I'm only lucky when I'm banging on my drum

But I skinned a rabbit for the cook last night

He said that I could keep his bowie knife

Mama, I do not have a gun

Mama, I lost my arrowhead

It was big enough to strike a bobcat dead

Must've fallen when I climbed that tree

Yankee fires as far as I could see

Mama, I lost my arrowhead

Mama, the troops are falling in

And we must move while we've still got the wind

The scouts are fanning out like whippoorwills

Today we're marching over Bloody Hill

Mama, the troops are falling in

Mama, I never thought I'd run

But something happened when I saw those Yankees come

Now I've been running now a week or two

Too ashamed to come back home to you

Mama, I never thought I'd run