Dixieland - Steve Earle, The Del McCoury Band

I am the Kilrain, I’m a fightin' man

And I come from County Clare

And the Brits would hang me for a Fenian

So I took my leave of there

And I crossed the ocean in the Arrianne

The vilest tub afloat

And the captain’s brother was a railroad man

And he met us at the boat

So I joined up with the 20th Maine

Like I said, my friend, I’m a fighting man

Marchin' south in the pouring rain

We’re all goin' down to Dixieland

I am Kilrain of the 20th Maine

And we fight for Chamberlain

'Cause he stood right with us

When the Johnnies came like a banshee on the wind

When the smoke cleared out of Gettysburg

Many a mother wept

For many a good boy died there, sure

And the air smelled just like death

I am Kilrain of the 20th Maine

And I’d march to hell and back again

For Colonel Joshua Chamberlain

We’re all goin' down to Dixieland

I am the Kilrain of the 20th Maine

And I damn all gentlemen

Whose only worth is their father’s name

And the sweat of a workin' man

Well, we come from the farms and the city streets

A hundred foreign lands

And we spilled our blood in the battle’s heat

Now we’re all Americans

I am the Kilrain of the 20th Maine

And did I tell you, friend, I’m a fightin' man

And I’ll not be back this way again

'Cause we’re all goin' down to Dixieland