Railroad bridge is down the gorge at Sandy Ford Where you stand there on the shoreline, oh you come aboard Come
This might be the ketch running, might not be no more While they up the water upstream, making civil war war
Oh, Barbara Lee, I got to go Cross Caroline and points
By the time tobacco's and ready to be dried They might come and catch me if I've got no to hide Place to
If I am rested I might have the war One side or another, I may see face no more no more
Oh, Barbara Lee, I got to go Cross and points below
This is my faithful which I make of my free will I may point my gun and fire but I won't to kill Shoot to
I'll your picture with me, right here near my heart Inside leather notebook, thick enough to stop a dart a dart
Follow in the footsteps of the As it rolls east to west and back me like a stranger if I ever cross your door Another soldier in the time of civil war
I know you don't love me but you could if you time I got a like Lincoln, and if ugly was a crime Was a
lock me up and throw away the key down clear to hell But I got a disposition sweet as April in the In the
Oh, Lee, reckon I got to go Cross and points below
Sugar in the sugar bin and in the hive I do what I have to do in order to To
What do in civil war, in peacetime they call crime inside my dream of love and pray for better times Better
Oh, Barbara Lee, I got to go Cross Caroline and points Oh, Barbara Lee, I got to go Cross Caroline and points