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 tobaccos ripe and ready to be dried
They might come and catch me if Ive 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 wont shoot to kill
Shoot to kill
Ill 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 dont love me but you could if you took time
I got a face like Lincoln, and if ugly was a crime
Was a crime
Theyd 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