Finale

Hey

Yes?

I came for my pay

Name?

Mary Phagan

Leo, oh Leo

I know he'll protect you

And don't be afraid

I'll be fine here, you'll see

(One dollar and twenty cents, here you are)

(Thank you, sir!)

Farewell, my Leo

You're right here beside me

You're here by the door

And you're holding my arm

And you're stroking my hair

And you're finally—

(Mr. Frank?)

(What is it?)

Free

Happy Memorial Day!

I go to fight for these old hills behind me

These old red hills of home

I go to fight, for these hills remind me

Of a way of life that's pure

Of the truth that will endure

In the city of Atlanta

In the old red hills of home!

God bless the sight of the old hills of Georgia

The old red hills of home

Praise those who'd fight for the old hills of Georgia

For those proud and valiant men

We'll sing "Dixie" once again

For the men of Marietta

(For the brothers of Cobb County)

(For the fathers of Atlanta)

(For the patriarchs)

Who gave ev'rything for Georgia

And the old red hills of home!