Railroad bridge is washing the gorge at Sandy Ford you stand there on the shoreline, oh will you come aboard Come
This be the last ketch running, might not be no more While bloody up the water upstream, making civil war war
Oh, Barbara Lee, I got to go Caroline and points below
By the time tobacco's ripe and to be dried They come and catch me if I've got no place to hide to hide
If I am rested I might have the war One or another, I may see your face no more Face no
Oh, Barbara Lee, I got to go Cross Caroline and below
This is my faithful promise which I make of my will I may point my gun and fire but I shoot to kill Shoot to
I'll keep your picture with me, right here near my Inside this notebook, thick enough to stop a dart a dart
Follow in the of the wind As it rolls east to west and back Treat me like a stranger if I 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 face 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 as April in the dell In the
Oh, Lee, reckon I got to go Cross Caroline and below
in the sugar bin and honey in the hive I do what I to do in order to survive To
they do in civil war, in peacetime they call crime Climb inside my dream of love and for better times times
Oh, Barbara Lee, I got to go Cross and points below Oh, Barbara Lee, I got to go Cross and points below