verse 1 
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In a dreary Yankee prison 
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Where a Rebel soldier lay 
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By his side there stood a preacher 
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‘Ere his soul should pass away 

As he faintly whispered, ”Parson,” 
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As he clutched him by the hand 
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“Oh Parson, tell me quickly, 
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Will my soul pass through the Southland?” 

Instrumental 
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verse 2 
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“Will my soul pass through the Southland, 
                     D 
Through old Virginia grand 
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Will I see the hills of Georgia 
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And the green fields of Ala-bam?” 

G 
“Will I see that little church house 
                             D 
Where I pledged my heart and hand 
D 
Oh Parson, tell me quickly, 
                              G 
Will my soul pass through the Southland?” 

Instrumental 
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verse 3 
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“Was for lovin’, dear old Dixie 
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In this dreary cell I lie 
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Was for lovin’, dear old Dixie 
                         G 
In this northern state I die.” 
G 
“Will you see my little daughter? 
                       D 
Will you make her understand? 
D 
Oh Parson, tell me quickly, 
                              G 
Will my soul pass through the Southland?” 

Instrumental 
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verse 4 
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With his soul pure as a lily 
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And his body sanctified 
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In that dreary yankee prison 
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The brave rebel soldier died 
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Then the parson looked up to heaven 
                        D 
And in blessing raised his hand 
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Father grant this soldier’s wishes 
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May his soul pass through the Southland 

Outro 
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