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Rory Feek – Josephine

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You know that feeling when a song just wraps around your heart and doesn’t let go? That’s exactly what “Josephine” does to me. It’s like flipping through an old photo album—every note brings back memories, even ones you didn’t know you had. The melody is so soothing, yet there’s this underlying current of longing that really hits home.

I remember the first time I heard it; it was a rainy afternoon, and the world felt like it was moving a bit slower. The singer’s voice was raw and genuine, telling a story of love, loss, and the endless search for connection. “Josephine” isn’t just a name in the song; it’s a symbol of that one person or moment we’re all trying to find—or maybe let go of.

What makes “Josephine” so special is how it blends simplicity with deep emotion. The lyrics aren’t overly complicated, but they say so much with so little. It’s the kind of song that makes you reflect on your own experiences—those late-night conversations, the what-ifs, and the paths not taken.

I think what resonates most is its honesty. It doesn’t sugarcoat feelings; it embraces them, flaws and all. And in a world where everything moves so fast, “Josephine” is a gentle reminder to pause and feel

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Lyrics

I’m writing this letter, my darling, from high on the hill
We’ve been marching ten days and we’re just outside Hopkinsville
It’s been snowing all night and we ain’t got no more kerosene
It’s colder than hell, hope you’re doin’ well, Josephine
There’s a fever in camp and our boys are too sick to fight
We done lost old Calvin, Beaver won’t make it through the night
I hope I heard the captain say it’s the worst he’s ever seen
I’m losin’ some weight but I’m still standin’ up straight, Josephine
Tell my children I miss ’em and wish I could kiss ’em once more
Bet they’ve grown a foot since they waved me goodbye at the door

Tell mama and daddy I’m alright and just want one more thing
I love you, I love you, I love you, Josephine
There’s three thousand union troops camped at the river below
There’s six hundreds of us, least there was two nights ago
When Erwin deserted they hung him down by the tree
God I’m so scared, keep me in your prayers, Josephine
Well the orders come down, we’ll attack tonight at nightfall
If we can stop them right here we can win this war once and for all
You know, I killed a union boy last week, bet he wasn’t fourteen
He looked just like our son, forgive me for what I’ve done, Josephine
Tell my children I miss ’em and wish I could kiss ’em once more
Bet they’ve grown a foot since they waved me goodbye at the door
Tell mama and daddy I’m alright and just want one more thing
I love you, I love you, I love you, Josephine
And lastly my darling, in case I should be killed
Don’t breathe me too long, promise me that you will
Marry another, don’t let him treat our babies mean
When he’s holding you, would you think of me too, Josephine?
Tell my babies I miss ’em and wish I could kiss ’em once more
Bet they’ve grown a foot since they waved me goodbye at the door
Tell mama and daddy I’m alright and just want one more thing
I love you, I love you, I love you, Josephine
I love you, I love you, I love you, Josephine

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