First mix of this tune - needs some cleanup.

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Spring of 1861 and Uncle Sam is calling my name
Running off to war and they say nothing's ever going to be the same
Marching past all the towns and places and the people that I used to know
Crying eyes and faces at windows, well I'm sorry but we've got to go

And I see her standing at the end of that road,
Crying Johnny be good, you've got to come back home
And I know there's never going to be a day
When I'll see her standing,
At the end of that road

Company marched for a hundred miles in the heat of the Maryland sun
The cannon blasts and the musket fire and the sound the fife and the drum
Forward march to the roar of rockets and the screams of horses and men
Looking round I start getting the feeling that I'm never coming home again

Sergent says that it's time to go and so it's up and over the wall
"Charge 'em fast and you give 'em hell boys,
Can't you hear that bugle call?"