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