The Cotton Dogues of Unadilla

They still watchin’, the Cotton Dogues of Unadilla
Mangy sentinels, the derelict curs
By bullet busted signs the yellow weed flower stirs
The rain drops a-pid-a-lee, no where the cat purrs
The dead still hover, the gray sky hangs heavy
The roads converge at a massacred point
One city slag, other country dirt
A white church in the distance, more cemetery to anoint
Pale hounds alone in the bloody field, strange joint

A Flag on the ground where the cotton once grew
Twisted metal scattered, a plane once flew
The nose now digs ‘neath the surface, a plough
‘Neath the surface, a vault, reopens the wound
Kissing iron balls from the Confederate Row
That the Newness has buried and forgotten somehow
But the Cotton Dogues gather and still can recall
When manhood was once a rush in the field, and a Fall

Grisly spirits are loosed, scything whipers relate....
Rise again lads, there is grace for your fury
The Cotton Dogues of Unadilla their masters await.
Your command to unleash, their license to hurry
To retrieve Cause Lost, your honor South’s Bait
Hark! Not yet too late!
Bark! Shrill echo our Fate!
The Rapscallions shall ride along the Crimson Tide.
A-roo-roo-roo-roooo!A-roo-roo-roo-roooo!...