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 Lonely, lonely, it must be lonesome Take a hard look at yourself And your brother still in battle Sing that praise, or don't sing again And when that feeling comes to find you Don't deny you ever ran And when that feeling comes to take you Take you walking the streets of hell Horn solo And when that question comes to find you Don't deny you ever ran And when that feeling comes to take you Take you walking the streets of hell Horn and voice til end