Levi

Born upon the blue ridge, at the Carolina line,
Baptized on the banks of the new river.
Brought upon blue grass and clear moon shine
And tough as iron but a heart soft as leather.
Levi,
Lord, Lord, Lord, they shot him down
Ten thousand miles from a southern town.
Oh, Levi.
Like a fire on a mountain, running wild in those days.
Playing "Knights of the Golden Horse Shoe" and Indian Raids.
Now it's parachutes and combat boots and camouflaged airplanes
And a country boy who don't belong in the desert anyway.
Levi,
Lord, Lord, Lord, they shot him down
Ten thousand miles from a southern town.
Oh, Levi.
Well, the sandbox sure gets lonesome
And it's a hundred and nine degrees.
Singing "Carry Me Back to Virginia",
Lord, I'm down here on my knees.
In the market square while the bells were ringing loud to fill the air,
Levi gazed his eyes out through the rocket glare
Beyond the desert and the ocean to the farthest fields of home.
And when the bullets pierced his body, he was already gone.
Levi,
Lord, Lord, Lord, they shot him down
Ten thousand miles from a southern town.
Oh, Levi,
Lord, Lord, Lord, they shot him down.
Oh, Levi.
Oh, Levi.