Shaking hands and fingers that do tremble Soldier's Joy has been a bitter pill Though in battle, a brave man I resemble Alone I am a coward without will Pierce McGee from the great State of Missouri To the Show-Me-State militia I belong And to judge from the pride on the Confederate side I'd say five hundred thousand rebels can't be wrong A rebel stand is no place for a traitor A loveless Union cannot bend us to her will Cannot command the soldiers who now hate her Nor demand the fealty of her generals I took a rifle ball in my shoulder But my entire body filled with pain I pleaded with them all at the field hospital "Oh, God, another shot of morphine!" Soldier's Joy, oh what's the point in pleasure When it's only meant to k** the pain Lay down my arms and take the coffin's measure Or take up arms and send me out to fight again Shaking hands...was I a coward, was I brave? With shaking hands... I took the bitter pill Tell the story on my grave, my soul they could not save What the bullet would not k**, the needle will