Riding A Raid - Tennessee Ernie Ford

'Tis old Stonewall the rebel that leans on his sword

And while we we are mounting prays low to the Lord

Now each cavalier who lover honor and right

Let him follow the feather of Stuart tonight

Come tighten your girth and slacken your reigns

Come buckle your blanket and holster again

By the click of the trigger and balance your blade

For he must ride sure that goes riding a raid

Galloping, galloping, galloping, galloping

Tighten your girth, slacken your reigns

Galloping, galloping, galloping, galloping

Buckle your blanket and holster again

Then gallop, now gallop to swim or to ford

Old Stonewalls still watching, prays low to the Lord

Goodbye dear old rebel, the rivers not wide

And Maryland’s lights in her window to guide

Come tighten your girth and slacken your reigns

Come buckle your blanket and holster again

By the click of the trigger and balance your blade

For he must ride sure that goes riding a raid

Galloping, galloping, galloping, galloping

Tighten your girth, slacken your reigns

Galloping, galloping, galloping, galloping

Buckle your blanket and holster again

Then gallop, then gallop by rivers and rocks

Who’d bar us the way take his toll in hard knocks

With these points of steel on the line of Penn

We’ve made some fine strokes and we’ll make them again

Come tighten your girth and slacken your reigns

Come buckle your blanket and holster again

By the click of the trigger and balance your blade

For he must ride sure that goes riding a raid

Galloping, galloping, galloping, galloping

Tighten your girth, slacken your reigns

Galloping, galloping, galloping, galloping

Buckle your blanket and holster again

Riding, riding, riding, riding, riding, riding the raid