Thirteen hundred died that day

It took ten good men just to dig the graves

They buried them shallow they buried them deep

They buried them next to Dry Run Creek

And their momma’s cried

Oh my Lord how their momma’s cried

Well they weren’t just blue and they weren’t just grey

Death took no sides when it came that day

They laid them down side by each

They placed no stones at their head or feet

And their momma’s cried

Oh my Lord how their momma’s cried

When the diggin was through they gathered round

A lonesome dove made the only sound

They said their prayers got to their feet

They left their friends at Dry Run Creek

The war’d been over for about a week

But word hadn’t gotten to Dry Run Creek

They fought and died right to the end

A battle that should have never been

And their momma’s cried

Oh my Lord how their momma’s cried

And their momma’s cried

Oh my Lord how their momma’s cried