verse 1
G
In a dreary Yankee prison
D
Where a Rebel soldier lay
D
By his side there stood a preacher
G
‘Ere his soul should pass away
As he faintly whispered, ”Parson,”
D
As he clutched him by the hand
D
“Oh Parson, tell me quickly,
G
Will my soul pass through the Southland?”
Instrumental
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verse 2
G
“Will my soul pass through the Southland,
D
Through old Virginia grand
D
Will I see the hills of Georgia
G
And the green fields of Ala-bam?”
G
“Will I see that little church house
D
Where I pledged my heart and hand
D
Oh Parson, tell me quickly,
G
Will my soul pass through the Southland?”
Instrumental
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verse 3
G
“Was for lovin’, dear old Dixie
D
In this dreary cell I lie
D
Was for lovin’, dear old Dixie
G
In this northern state I die.”
G
“Will you see my little daughter?
D
Will you make her understand?
D
Oh Parson, tell me quickly,
G
Will my soul pass through the Southland?”
Instrumental
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verse 4
G
With his soul pure as a lily
D
And his body sanctified
D
In that dreary yankee prison
G
The brave rebel soldier died
G
Then the parson looked up to heaven
D
And in blessing raised his hand
D
Father grant this soldier’s wishes
G
May his soul pass through the Southland
Outro
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