Railroad bridge is washing down the gorge at Sandy Ford 

Where you stand there on the shoreline, oh will you come aboard 

Come aboard 



This might be the last ketch running, might not be no more 

While they bloody up the water upstream, making civil war 

Civil war 



Oh, Barbara Lee, reckon I got to go 

Cross Caroline and points below 



By the time tobacco's ripe and ready to be dried 

They might come and catch me if I've got no place to hide 

Place to hide 



If I am rested I might have join the war 

One side or another, I may see your face no more 

Face no more 



Oh, Barbara Lee, reckon I got to go 

Cross Caroline and points below 



This is my faithful promise which I make of my free will 

I may point my gun and fire but I won't shoot to kill 

Shoot to kill 



I'll keep your picture with me, right here near my heart 

Inside this leather notebook, thick enough to stop a dart 

Stop a dart 



Follow in the footsteps of the wind 

As it rolls east to west and back again 

Treat me like a stranger if I ever cross your door 

Another faceless soldier in the time of civil war 



I know you don't love me but you could if you took time 

I got a face like Lincoln, and if ugly was a crime 

Was a crime 



They'd lock me up and throw away the key down clear to hell 

But I got a disposition sweet as April in the dell 

In the dell 



Oh, Barbara Lee, reckon I got to go 

Cross Caroline and points below 



Sugar in the sugar bin and honey in the hive 

I do what I have to do in order to survive 

To survive 



What they do in civil war, in peacetime they call crime 

Climb inside my dream of love and pray for better times 

Better times 



Oh, Barbara Lee, reckon I got to go 

Cross Caroline and points below 

Oh, Barbara Lee, reckon I got to go 

Cross Caroline and points below