Lowly deserter, sing that old song

And sing a new one for the men

Still in battle, far from heaven

Raise your voice up and sing to them

Lowly, lowly, it must be lonesome

Take a hard look at yourself

And your brother still in battle

Sing his praises, or don't sing again

And when that feeling comes to find you

Don't deny you never ran

And when that feeling comes to take you

Take you walking the streets of hell

When that question comes to find you

Don't deny you never ran

And when that feeling comes to take you

Take you walking the streets of hell