Railroad bridge is washing down the at Sandy Ford Where you stand there on the shoreline, oh will you come Come
This be the last ketch running, might not be no more While they bloody up the water upstream, civil war war
Oh, Lee, reckon I got to go Cross and points below
By the tobacco's ripe and ready to be dried They might and catch me if I've got no place to hide Place to
If I am I might have join the war One or another, I may see your face no more no more
Oh, Barbara Lee, I got to go Cross Caroline and points
This is my faithful promise which I make of my will I may point my gun and fire but I won't to kill Shoot to
I'll keep your picture with me, right near my heart Inside this notebook, thick enough to stop a dart Stop a
in the footsteps of the wind As it rolls east to west and back Treat me like a if I ever cross your door faceless soldier in the time of civil war
I know you love me but you could if you took time I got a face like Lincoln, and if ugly was a Was a
They'd lock me up and throw away the key down clear to But I got a disposition sweet as in the dell In the
Oh, Barbara Lee, I got to go Cross Caroline and below
Sugar in the sugar bin and honey in the I do what I have to do in to survive To
What do in civil war, in peacetime they call crime Climb inside my dream of and pray for better times times
Oh, Lee, reckon I got to go Cross Caroline and points Oh, Lee, reckon I got to go Cross Caroline and points