Railroad is washing down the gorge at Sandy Ford Where you stand there on the shoreline, oh you come aboard Come
might be the last ketch running, might not be no more While they up the water upstream, making civil war war
Oh, Barbara Lee, I got to go Cross Caroline and points
By the tobacco's ripe and ready to be dried They might come and me if I've got no place to hide Place to
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 Caroline and below
This is my faithful promise I make of my free will I may point my gun and but I won't shoot to kill Shoot to
I'll keep your picture with me, here near my heart this leather notebook, thick enough to stop a dart Stop a
in the footsteps of the wind As it east to west and back again Treat me like a if I ever cross your door Another faceless soldier in the time of war
I you don't love me but you could if you took time I got a face Lincoln, and if ugly was a crime Was a
They'd lock me up and throw away the key down clear to But I got a sweet 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
What they do in civil war, in peacetime they crime inside my dream of love and pray for better times Better
Oh, Barbara Lee, I got to go Cross and points below Oh, Barbara Lee, I got to go Caroline and points below