Letras
Old Abe, he's in the White House
He's a-takin' novice news
Old Grant, he's a-bustin' his gut with the booze
We're out a-waitin' snow and we ain't got no shoes
We'll keep a-marchin' on
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
We'll keep marchin' on
Winter is a comin', it's a gettin' a-mighty cold
Winter is a comin', it's a gettin' a-mighty cold
Soon all the gentles will be crawlin' in their holes
We'll keep marchin' on
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
We'll keep marchin' on
Every time you shoot a rebel, there's one thing for sure
Every time you shoot a rebel, there's one thing for sure
Every time you shoot a rebel, up will jump a dozen more
We'll keep marchin' on
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
We'll keep marchin' on
Old Abe Freed, the colored man
Glory, hallelujah
Old Abe Freed, the colored man
Glory, hallelujah
Wish to my Lord he would free me too
Then I'd go marchin' on
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
We'll keep marchin' on
Well, they tell us we are winnin', but I can't hardly tell
They tell us we are winnin', I can't hardly tell
For I know a chicken or a gate
That they shot us all to hell
But we kept marchin' on
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Glory, glory, hallelujah
We'll keep marchin' on