I don't know you to wear a hat
But I came home late and there it sat
You rose to show what hats are for
When living through a civil war
When living through a civil war

Christmas mornings and New Year's Day
They flood with dreams and they drift away
They cling to logs and cupboard doors
While riding out this civil war
Riding out this civil war

Fighters came and they pitched a tent
And everyone around here went
The fix was in, we bet and we swore
From both sides of a civil war

We build this up and we knock this down
We call our little mob a town
We nail a sign above the door
"God bless our little civil war"
"God bless our little civil war"

Three dogs at a party an the road at night
Play checkers in the lantern light
They sing a song out to the shore
Of women, gold, and civil war

Every truth carries blame
Every light reveals some shame
Progress rides with thieves and whores
The stowaways of civil war
The stowaways of civil war

Progress rides with thieves and whores
The stowaways of civil war
The stowaways of civil war

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Writer(s): Joseph Lee Henry