Collin Raye Josephine Lyrics
I'm writin' this letter, my darlin, from high on a hill.
We've been marchin' ten days and we're just outside Hawkinsville.
It's been snowin' all night and we ain't got no more kersosene.
It's colder than hell,
Hope you're doin' well,
There's a fever in camp and our boys are too sick to fight.
We done lost ol' Calvin
Written by: Rory Lee Feek
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