Railroad bridge is washing the gorge at Sandy Ford Where you stand there on the shoreline, oh will you come Come
This might be the ketch running, might not be no more While they bloody up the upstream, making civil war war
Oh, Barbara Lee, I got to go Cross Caroline and points
By the time tobacco's ripe and to be dried They might come and catch me if I've got no to hide Place to
If I am rested I have join the war One or another, I may see your face no more no more
Oh, Lee, reckon I got to go Cross Caroline and points
This is my faithful promise which I make of my will I may point my gun and fire but I won't to kill Shoot to
I'll keep your picture with me, here near my heart Inside this leather notebook, enough to stop a dart Stop a
in the footsteps of the wind As it rolls east to west and back Treat me like a if I ever cross your door Another faceless soldier in the time of war
I know you love me but you could if you took time I got a face like Lincoln, and if was a crime Was a
They'd me up and throw away the key down clear 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 sugar bin and honey in the I do what I have to do in to survive To
What they do in civil war, in they call crime Climb inside my dream of and pray for better times times
Oh, Barbara Lee, I got to go Caroline and points below Oh, Barbara Lee, I got to go Cross Caroline and points