The Rarely Herd - Legend Of The Rebel Soldier

      [Verse 1]
     G
In a dreary Yankee prison 
                      D
Where a Rebel soldier lay
D
By his side there stood a preacher
                           G
‘Ere his soul should pass away

As he faintly whispered, ”Parson,”
                          D
As he clutched him by the hand
D
“Oh Parson, tell me quickly,
                              G
Will my soul pass through the Southland?”

[Verse 2]
[CHANGE KEY]
A
“Will my soul pass through the Southland,
                     E
Through old Virginia grand
E
Will I see the hills of Georgia
                            A 
And the green fields of Ala-bam?”
A
“Will I see that little church house
                             E
Where I pledged my heart and hand
E
Oh Parson, tell me quickly,
                              A
Will my soul pass through the Southland?”

[Verse 3]
[KEY CHANGE]
C
“Was for lovin’, dear old Dixie
                      G
In this dreary cell I lie
G
Was for lovin’, dear old Dixie
                         C
In this northern state I die.”
C
“Will you see my little daughter?
                       G
Will you make her understand?
G
Oh Parson, tell me quickly,
                              C
Will my soul pass through the Southland?”

[Outro]
         G             C
Then the Rebel soldier died