Lowly deserter, sing that old song And sing a new one for the men Still in battle, far from heaven Raise your voice up and sing to them Lowly, lowly, it must be lonesome Take a hard look at yourself And your brother still in battle Sing his praises, or don't sing again When that question comes to find you Don't deny you never ran And when that feeling comes to take you Take you walking the streets of hell When that question comes to find you Don't deny you never ran And when that feeling comes to take you Take you walking the streets of hell