Railroad bridge is washing down the 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 water upstream, making war war
Oh, Barbara Lee, I got to go Cross Caroline and below
By the time tobacco's ripe and to be dried They might come and catch me if got no place to hide Place to
If I am rested I might join the war One side or another, I may see your no more Face no
Oh, Barbara Lee, I got to go Caroline and points below
This is my faithful promise which I 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, thick enough to a dart a dart
Follow in the of the wind As it rolls to west and back again Treat me like a if I ever cross your door Another faceless soldier in the of civil war
I you don't love me but you could if you took time I got a face like Lincoln, and if ugly was a Was a
They'd me up and throw away the key down clear to hell But I got a disposition sweet as April in the 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 to do in order to survive To
What they do in civil war, in peacetime they call inside my dream of love and pray for better times Better
Oh, Barbara Lee, I got to go Cross Caroline and points Oh, Barbara Lee, I got to go Cross Caroline and below