Jim Lauderdale. Headed For The Hills. Sandy Ford (Barbara Lee). Zeneszám

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