Now tell the story on my grave, my soul they could not save,
What the bullet would not kill, the needle will! And to judge from the pride on the Confederate side,
I’d say five hundred thousand rebels can’t be wrong. I pleaded with them all at the field hospital:
“Oh, God, another shot of morphine!”

[Verse 5]
Soldier’s Joy, oh what’s the point in pleasure? A loveless Union cannot bend us to her will. [Verse 4]
I took a rifle ball in my shoulder,
But my entire body filled with pain. [Verse 1]
Shaking hands and fingers that do tremble,
Soldier’s Joy has been a bitter pill. Lay down my arms and take the coffin’s measure? Though in battle, a brave man I resemble,
Alone I am a coward without will. When it’s only meant to kill the pain? With shaking hands, I took the bitter pill. [Verse 6]
Shaking hands ..was I a coward, was I brave? Or take up arms and send me out to fight again? [Verse 2]
Pierce McGee from the great State of Missouri,
To the Show-Me-State militia I belong. Cannot command the soldiers who now hate her,
Nor demand the fealty of her generals. [Verse 3]
A rebel stand is no place for a traitor.