Battle Hymn of the Republic - Boxcar Willie
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He is trampling out the vintage
Where the grapes of wrath are stored
He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword
His truth is marching on
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
His truth is marching on
I've seen him in the watchfires of a hundred circling camps
They have builded him an altar in the evening dews and damp
I can read his righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps
His day is marching on
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory
Hallelujah his truth is marching on
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
Glory glory hallelujah
His truth is marching on