Sherman's on the Track

Published by W. R. Smith. Agt. 135 N. 8th.

Sherman’s on the Track.

Oh look away out yonder,
For de dust am rising high,
Gen’ral Sherman’s comin’ ’long
And Massa’s goin’ to die,
He’s got some nigger soldiers
Dat make de rebels run,
Just hold your breff a little while,
And see de glorious fun,
Just hold your breff a little while,
And see de glorious fun.

When Gen’ral Sherman ribes in town
We’ll meet him wid a grin,
How is you, Gen’ral Sherman?
Glad to see you, pray walk in,
Old Massa’s in de parlor,
As sick as he can be,
Just tell him you’re de doctor man
Away from Tennessee.
Just tell him you’re de doctor man
Away from Tennessee.

The railroads hab been torn to smash,
De lokies cannot run,
Old Hood has got his boiler bust
And dat hab stopt his fun,
Poor Beauregard lies berry sick,
Wid rupture and wid gout,
While Bobby Lee begins to see
De game am most played out.
While Bobby Lee begins to see
De game am most played out.

We’ll tote de Gen’ral wid his staff
And let dem take a peep,
Where Massa’s cotton lays so snug
Away down by a creek,
For confiscation berry good,
Aldo its Contraband,
’Twill make old massa well again
And turn him Union man.
’Twill make old massa well again
And turn him Union man.

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