Today I Killed A Man

Today I killed a man I didn't know

I held my rifle high and shot him low

I'd like to think he really was to blame

Well I never knew or never will his name

I guess that someone, somewhere knew him well

And they'll cry when they're told that he has fell

But it's hard for me to think of him as good

'Cause he'd done me just the same if he could

Oh mother, oh mama, I'm so cold

And I feel like I am quickly growing old

So I hope you are thinking of your son

'Cause tomorrow morning I'll be twenty-one

Oh Johnny Ray, Johnny Ray, oh, he don't worry now

He don't wonder how

Today my sergeant told me I've done well

That I'd sent another Southern boy to hell

But I can't help wondering about the lost of life

And if that rebel soldier had a wife

Oh mama, oh mam, I'm so cold

And the good book doesn't help me like you told

'Cause it don't tell me if I'm right or wrong

Or when this war will end, just how long

Oh mama, oh mama, I'm so cold

And I feel I am quickly growing old

So I hope that you are thinking of your son

'Cause tomorrow morning I'll be twenty-one