My Previous Life

The South had fallen
Horace Greeley came callin'
"Go west and grow up with the country"
Destruction and death
They packed and left
With horses, wagons, and sundries
Wounded and bruised
Nothing to lose
Their resolve hardened by fire
Disillusioned men
Starting over again
Peace and freedom was all they desired
Hardships faced
Sidearms embraced
Settling throughout the west
Faith as their guide
Restoring some pride
The embodiment of America's best
Rebels and Yanks
Together closed ranks
Built a new heart for a nation
"Go west young man
Seek fortune and land"
Romantic remembered sensation.

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