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Shaking hands and fingers that do tremble Soldier's Joy has been a bitter pill Though in battle, a brave man I resemble Alone I am a coward without will Pierce McGee from the great State of Missouri To the Show-Me-State militia I belong And to judge from the pride on the Confederate side I'd say five hundred thousand rebels can't be wrong A rebel stand is no place for a traitor A loveless Union cannot bend us to her will Cannot command the soldiers who now hate her Nor demand the fealty of her generals I took a rifle ball in my shoulder But my entire body filled with pain I pleaded with them all at the field hospital "Oh, God, another shot of morphine!" Soldier's Joy, oh what's the point in pleasure When it's only meant to kill the pain Lay down my armsand take the coffin's measure Or take up arms and send me out to fight again Shaking hands ..was I a coward, was I brave? With shaking hands, I took the bitter pill Now tell the story on my grave, my soul they could not save What the bullet would not kill, the needle will From Letras Mania