Lee may not live to see our glory (Lee may not live to see out glory) We'll survive him, come what may (We'll survive him, come what may) And when our children tell our story (when our children tell our story) Tell the story of today Fellas I'm going back New York (What for?) I apprenticed a tailor before the war He said I could go back anytime Now look around, we're fighting amoungst ourselves Now, we're losing ground And I'm broke, I'm broker than the locals I'm broker than Ben Franklin's broken bi-focals And I am broke down, tired and exhausted I feel like the war is over, but no one told us we lost it I'll walk to New York with you, Mulligan Hamilton, wherever you may roll What happened? I asked for a command And? He sent me home Raise a glass to freedom Something they can never take away No matter what they tell you You'll tell the story of tonight Raise a glass to the four of us Tomorrow there'll be more of us