Lowly deserter, sing that old song
And sing a new one for the men
Still in battle, far from heaven
Raise your voice up and sing to them
Lonely, lonely, it must be lonesome
Take a hard look at yourself
And your brother still in battle
Sing that praise, or don't sing again
And when that feeling comes to find you
Don't deny you ever ran
And when that feeling comes to take you
Take you walking the streets of hell
Horn solo
And when that question comes to find you
Don't deny you ever ran
And when that feeling comes to take you
Take you walking the streets of hell
Horn and voice til end
