Goin' Getty (The Gettysburg Song) ft. Ray Legere Lyrics

Lincoln fears defeat

So does James Longstreet

And Bobby Lee he thinks he can't be beat

Getting ready going Getty

They were going Getty

Getting ready going Getty

They were going Getty

Getting ready going Getty

They were going Getty

Getting ready yeah

Jeb Stuart can't be found

John Reynolds coming down

Rebels have taken over the town

Getting ready going Getty

They were going Getty

Getting ready going Getty

They were going Getty

Getting ready going Getty

They were going Getty

Getting ready yeah

With the top down

Cruising along I-95 now

Bumping Howard Stern on the turnpike somehow

Real freedom there's nothing greater

Never got to hear that Custom playlist for later

Rebels came to win but Colonel Josh Chamberlain

Fixed Bayonets and then saved the Union

Getting ready going Getty

They were going Getty

Getting ready going Getty

After Meade whipped Lee

And unfortunately

He didn't chase the retreating enemy

Getting ready going Getty

They were going Getty

Getting ready going Getty

They were going Getty

Getting ready going Getty

They were going Getty

Getting ready yeah

Slowing taking the time just knowing

Freedom from within is the wind that's blowing

Wawa when you see that you gotta

Where else can u get gasoline and ricotta

Or Cracker Barrel and checkers

Blasting Ernie Ford Civil War type records

Arrive with nothing but smiles

Get into this lane Gettysburg three miles

Lincoln was pissed off

He said Meade

You could've finished them off two more years of this as he began to cough

Getting ready going Getty

They were going Getty

Getting ready going Getty

They were going Getty

Getting ready going Getty

They were going Getty

Getting ready yeah

So Lincoln came around

Fired Meade then got down

To US Grant who took them all to town

Getting ready going Getty

They were going Getty

Getting ready going Getty

They were going Getty

Getting ready going Getty

They were going Getty

Getting ready yeah

Checking Gettysburg Eddies

Staring at the dead with a plate of spaghettis

After drinks at the bar you head next door

For the sickest merch from this and that war

Oh the Farnsworth Inn you'll be staying

Not all of their guests are like you and paying

The ghosts that live in the cellar

One is not that loud but the other's a yeller