Railroad is washing down the gorge at Sandy Ford Where you there on the shoreline, oh will you come aboard Come
This might be the last ketch running, not be no more While they bloody up the water upstream, civil war war
Oh, Lee, reckon 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 place to to hide
If I am rested I have join the war One side or another, I may see face no more no more
Oh, Barbara Lee, I got to go Cross Caroline and below
This is my promise which I make of my free will 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 this leather notebook, thick 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 stranger if I cross your door Another faceless soldier in the 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
lock me up and throw away the key down clear to hell But I got a sweet as April in the dell In the
Oh, Lee, reckon I got to go Cross and points below
Sugar in the sugar bin and in the hive I do what I to do in order to survive To
What they do in civil war, in peacetime they crime Climb inside my dream of love and pray for better times
Oh, Barbara Lee, I got to go Caroline and points below Oh, Barbara Lee, I got to go Caroline and points below