Levi

Born upon the Blue ridge, at the Carolina lineBaptized on the banks of the New RiverBrought upon bluegrass and clear moonshineAnd tough as iron but a heart soft as leatherLevi, lord, lord, lord, they shot him down10 000 miles from a southern townOh, Levi, Like a fire on a mountain, running wild with no statesPlaying nights at the golden horse shoeAnd Indian raidsNow it's parachutes and combat bootsAnd camouflaged airplanesAnd a country boy who don't belongIn the desert anywaysLevi, lord, lord, lord, they shot him down10 000 miles from a southern townOh, Levi, Well the sandbox sure gets lonesomeAnd it's 109 degreesSinging carry my back to VirginiaLord I'm down here on my kneesIn the market square while the bells were ringingLoud to fill the airLevi gazed his eyes out, through the rocket glareBeyond the desert and the oceanTo the furthest fields at homeAnd when the bullets pierced his bodyHe was already goneLevi, lord, lord, lord, they shot him down10 000 miles from a southern townOh, Levi, lord, lord, lord, they shot him downOh, Levi, oh Levi.