Anyone from Gurleyville?

You could go treasure hunting for the weekend for that missing gold.

Something to do while we wait for ecu to break free.

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Some folks will swear this story’s true, when the Union army clad in blue,
Marched across the Madison County line.
They marched to Huntsville without a fight, and pitched their tents to spend the night,
And ended up in town a long, long time.

General Mitchell was a vane old man, and tough as hell, he took command,
The local folks despised this man so cold,
Well he conjured up a brazen plan, with a bold attempt to win their hand,
So he sent a troop to fetch some Union gold.

Chorus:
Union Gold, Union Gold, it’s the stuff that takes one’s soul,
Gonna buy the hearts and souls of Southern men,
Though the Feds were chased across the land,
By a pistol toting Rebel band,
That gold must never leave those Union hands.

The band slipped out one winter day, through lone back roads
They made their way, across the line to Nashville, Tennessee.
They wrapped gold coins in silken rags, and loaded them in saddle bags,
Then tossed them on the back of a mule named Bee.

Well the troop slipped out of town so quiet, and used the cover
Of the darkest night, to skirt around the towns along the way,
As they made their way through Booneville Farm,
They heard a shot and shrill alarm, and saw a band of troopers clad in gray.

Across the Flint they splashed their way, and rode across a field of hay,
They knew they were getting close to Gurleyville.
Keel Mountain loomed up just ahead, and up the slope them Yankees fled,
They had to beat those Rebs up on that hill.

Chorus::

Those Johnny grays they didn’t stop, but pushed their horses to the top,
While bullets whizzed and buzzed around their heads,
A slug hit Bee right in the rump, she gave one jerk and began to slump,
And hit a tree and then rolled over dead.

A trooper grabbed the saddle bags all weighted down with gold and rags,
And tried to drag the load up on the hill.
But he took a slug and gave a pitch and slid right down inside a ditch,
And landed on the two bags as he fell.

Instrumental

But a strange thing happened on that day, Ole Reb, McCain came up that way,
And found the trooper laying in the ditch,
He opened the bags, to his surprise, saw rays of gold flash in his eyes,
And whooped with joy when he saw he struck it rich.

Chorus::

Now greed filled up his twisted mind, he decided not to share his find,
So he grabbed the bags and tossed them in a hole,
And he covered it up with dirt and leaves, to hide the gold from other thieves,
And smiled as he shivered from the cold.

As fate would play a familiar role, McCain got shot, as the story goes,
He caught a Union slug near Paint Rock Spring.
With a feverish mind he tried to tell, of the Union gold hid up on Keel,
But he died before he ever said a thing.

Instrumental

Keel Mountain is real, and Gurleyville, but legends grow, as time will tell,
Old soldiers die, and stories pass untold,
And you may wonder if it’s just a line, from a dying Rebel’s fading mind,
The legend of the Lost Keel Mountain Gold.

Chorus:
Union Gold, Union Gold, it’s is the stuff that takes one’s soul,
Gonna buy the hearts and souls of Southern men,
Though the Feds were chased across the land,
By a pistol toting Rebel band,
The gold was lost and never seen again
The gold was lost and never seen again