Between the States     By John Flynn


I will die in this battle I have a premonition.
Her beauty is a bullet that will pierce my beating heart.
Iíll fall from the saddle and lie in deathís condition
Until dogs chase the crows and tear whatís left of me apart.


CHORUS:
O, Virginia...hear your son,
Please forgive the wrong Iíve done.
O, Virginia...hear your boy,
Let these tears be tears of joy.

Fires are burning, a voice is softly singing
Sweet songs from a world that seems a thousand miles away.
The angels are learning the names theyíll soon be winging
To the throne, but in the meantime we got hell to pay.

CHORUS:
O, Virginia...hear your son,
Please forgive the wrong Iíve done.
O, Virginia...hear your boy,
Let these tears be tears of joy.

We walked by the river underneath the moonlight,
When I close my eyes I still can see it shining in her hair.
The words to this letter have to come out just right
If theyíre gonna shine for her someday when Iím not there.

CHORUS:
O, Virginia...hear your son,
Please forgive the wrong Iíve done.
O, Virginia...hear your boy,
Let these tears be tears of joy.


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