Railroad bridge is washing down the gorge at Sandy Where you stand on the shoreline, oh will 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, Barbara Lee, I got to go Cross Caroline and points
By the time 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 have join the war One side or another, I may see face no more Face no
Oh, Barbara Lee, I got to go Cross and points below
This is my promise which I make of my free will I may point my gun and but I won't shoot to kill to kill
I'll keep your picture with me, right near my heart Inside this leather notebook, enough to stop a dart Stop a
Follow in the of the wind As it rolls to west and back again me like a stranger if I ever cross your door Another faceless soldier in the time of 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 disposition as April in the dell In the
Oh, Lee, reckon I got to go Cross Caroline and below
Sugar in the sugar bin and in the hive I do what I have to do in to survive To
What they do in civil war, in peacetime call crime Climb inside my dream of love and for better times Better
Oh, Barbara Lee, I got to go Cross Caroline and below Oh, Barbara Lee, I got to go Cross Caroline and points