Am

[VERSE]

         Am                                                   C
It was a faction of the Army of the Cumberland, the 15th Army Corp
       G                                                          Am
Just a few years back were a bunch of boys that never left home before
        Dm             Am        G                        C
But the shame of Chickamauga, so hungry they could almost die
    G                                                             Am
Without any order from the General, they clamored up the mountain side
G                        Am
Clamored up the mountain side

[CHORUS]

C                  Am       G          C 
Don't go whistling Dixie on Missionary Ridge
      G                                                   Am
Don't call to arms those poltergeists, open up the casket lid
       C                  Am      G               C
You'll wake those boys to wander among the old carnage
   G                                      Am
So don't go whistling Dixie on Missionary Ridge

G Am G Am

[VERSE]

       Am                                           C
On the 25th of November it happened in the broad daylight
       G                                                Am
Gazing down on Chattanooga, Bragg could not foresee the fight
   Dm                         Am         G                  C
Outnumbered by the blue coats 2-to-1, he tucked his tail to flee
    G                                                       Am
The Union broke the Confederate line and marched out to the sea
G                  Am
Marched out to the sea

[CHORUS]

C                  Am       G          C 
Don't go whistling Dixie on Missionary Ridge
      G                                                   Am
Don't call to arms those poltergeists, open up the casket lid
       C                  Am      G               C
You'll wake those boys to wander among the old carnage
   G                                      Am
So don't go whistling Dixie on Missionary Ridge

[G  O]

G Am G Am
G Am G Am

[VERSE]

       F                                  G                    C
In the stillness of the morning, when you breath that mountain air
    G                                                   Am
The chill that you will feel, reminds you what happened there
         F                                      G                  C
When the light drips down the mountain, and the fog lifts from its face
    G                                               Am
The darkness of that memory lies buried in a sunny place

[CHORUS]

C                  Am       G          C 
Don't go whistling Dixie on Missionary Ridge
      G                                                   Am
Don't call to arms those poltergeists, open up the casket lid
       C                  Am      G               C
You'll wake those boys to wander among the old carnage
   G                                      Am
So don't go whistling Dixie on Missionary Ridge