Railroad bridge is washing down the at Sandy Ford Where you stand there on the shoreline, oh you come aboard Come
This might be the last ketch running, not be no more While bloody up the water upstream, making civil war war
Oh, Lee, reckon I got to go Caroline and points below
By the tobacco's ripe and ready to be dried They might come and 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 no more
Oh, Barbara Lee, I got to go Cross Caroline and points
This is my faithful promise which I of my free will I may point my gun and fire but I won't shoot to to kill
I'll keep your with me, right here near my heart Inside this leather notebook, thick enough to a dart Stop a
Follow in the of the wind As it rolls east to and back again Treat me a stranger if I ever cross your door faceless soldier in the time of civil war
I know you don't love me but you could if you took I got a face like Lincoln, and if was a crime Was a
They'd lock me up and throw away the key down to hell But I got a sweet as April in the dell In the
Oh, Barbara Lee, I got to go Cross and points below
Sugar in the sugar bin and honey in the I do what I have to do in order to To
What they do in civil war, in they call crime Climb inside my of love and pray for better times times
Oh, Lee, reckon I got to go Caroline and points below Oh, Lee, reckon I got to go Caroline and points below