Railroad bridge is down the gorge at Sandy Ford Where you stand there on the shoreline, oh will you come Come
might be the last ketch running, might not be no more While they up the water upstream, making civil war war
Oh, Lee, reckon I got to go Cross Caroline and points
By the time tobacco's ripe and ready to be 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 your no more no more
Oh, Lee, reckon I got to go Caroline and points below
This is my faithful promise which I make of my free 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 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 of civil war
I know you love me but you could if you took time I got a like Lincoln, and if ugly was a crime Was a
They'd lock me up and throw away the key down to hell But I got a disposition sweet as in the dell In the
Oh, Lee, reckon I got to go Cross Caroline and points
Sugar in the bin and honey in the hive I do what I have to do in order to To
What do in civil war, in peacetime they call crime Climb inside my dream of and pray for better times Better
Oh, Lee, reckon I got to go Cross Caroline and points Oh, Lee, reckon I got to go Cross Caroline and below