Testo Methodius' Stand

The bells are a ringin

i know what they mean

beaten the yankees in battle again

murdered our foes; squashed them like grapes
crushed down their bones; trampled their capes



Boys'll be marchin on back to this town

two by two marchin on, lonely and proud.

dreaming of the women they'll have

thinking they've earned us and maybe they have�



Does anyone know what a lady is here in this town?


My name is Methodius Paygate, my friends

the lovliest loneliest woman in town

boys have been fighting since I was eighteen

no one has yet laid Methodius down.



Guess it's somethin' like custard's last stand

surrounded by blood-hungry men

got no weapons to keep them away

just lock my knees tightly together and pray�



Does anyone know what a lady is here in this town?



The women and girls well they make fun of me

calling me high on my horse

the men and the boys they grow angry with me

calling me icy and many things worse



But i think that they misunderstand

i don't wanna be no virgin queen.

its this tiny voice buried in me

it ain't something that i understand



Does anyone know what a lady is here in this town?



Confederates stand for many things

such as beautiful flowers and lace

i gaze at my self in the mirror and watch

as the blood rushes up to my face



Bells dance in through the window.

clouds drift up from the south

boys will arrive here by evening

taste of my blood grows strong in my mouth...



Does anyone know what a lady is here in this town?