Lyric
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Lee,
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do
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you
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yield?
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You
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shot
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him
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in
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the
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side
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Yes,
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he
|
yields
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I'm
|
satisfied
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Yo,
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we
|
gotta
|
clear
|
the
|
field
|
Go
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We
|
won
|
Here
|
comes
|
the
|
General
|
This
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should
|
be
|
fun
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What
|
is
|
the
|
meaning
|
of
|
this?
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Mr
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Burr,
|
get
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a
|
medic
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for
|
the
|
General
|
|
Lyric
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Yes,
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sir
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Lee,
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you
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will
|
never
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agree
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with
|
me
|
But
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believe
|
me,
|
these
|
young
|
men
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don't
|
speak
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for
|
me
|
Thank
|
you
|
for
|
your
|
service
|
Let's
|
ride
|
Hamilton
|
Sir
|
Meet
|
me
|
inside
|
Meet
|
him
|
inside
|
Meet
|
him
|
inside
|
Meet
|
him
|
inside,
|
meet
|
him,
|
meet
|
him
|
inside
|
Son
|
|
Lyric
|
Don't
|
call
|
me
|
son
|
This
|
war
|
is
|
hard
|
enough
|
Without
|
infighting
|
Lee
|
called
|
you
|
out
|
We
|
called
|
his
|
bluff
|
You
|
solve
|
nothing,
|
you
|
aggravate
|
our
|
allies
|
to
|
the
|
south
|
You're
|
absolutely
|
right,
|
John
|
should
|
have
|
shot
|
him
|
in
|
the
|
mouth
|
That
|
would've
|
shut
|
him
|
up
|
Son-
|
|
Lyric
|
I'm
|
not
|
your
|
son-
|
Watch
|
your
|
tone
|
I
|
am
|
not
|
a
|
maiden
|
in
|
need
|
of
|
defending,
|
I
|
am
|
grown!
|
Charles
|
Lee,
|
Thomas
|
Conway
|
These
|
men
|
take
|
your
|
name
|
and
|
they
|
rake
|
it
|
Through
|
the
|
mud
|
My
|
name's
|
been
|
through
|
a
|
lot,
|
I
|
can
|
take
|
it
|
Well,
|
|
Lyric
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I
|
don't
|
have
|
your
|
name
|
I
|
don't
|
have
|
your
|
name
|
I
|
don't
|
have
|
your
|
titles
|
I
|
don't
|
have
|
your
|
land
|
But,
|
if
|
you
|
No
|
If
|
you
|
gave
|
me
|
command
|
of
|
a
|
battalion.
|
a
|
group
|
of
|
men
|
to
|
lead
|
I
|
could
|
fly
|
above
|
my
|
station
|
after
|
|
Lyric
|
the
|
war
|
Or
|
you
|
could
|
die
|
and
|
we
|
need
|
you
|
alive
|
I'm
|
more
|
than
|
willing
|
to
|
die
|
Your
|
wife
|
needs
|
you
|
alive,
|
son,
|
I
|
need
|
you
|
alive
|
Call
|
me
|
son
|
one
|
more
|
time!
|
Go
|
home,
|
Alexander
|
That's
|
an
|
order
|
from
|
your
|
commander
|
Sir-
|
Go
|
home!
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