leaving

No food to eat there is nothing there/ no cotton to pick, no cloths to wear/ gun powder and smoke fills the air/ we load what we have even grandmas chair.

The soldier's of the south took our cow/ there is nothing to eat what are we going to have now/ i thought I was a man and that I was tough/ but i haven't seen times like these and they are rough/ the things that we have we give to the soldiers/ boy i can wait till this war is over.

grandma told me that i should join the army/ then pa told me go ahead if you can live threw the cold and almost starving/ i sit on a quite day on the porch/ my ma told me to gather my things we are leaving tonight with no sun light just a torch/

i am sad that i had to leave all of my friends/ now i know how it feels, those poor Indians/ i think about why we shouldn't turn back/ but we are going to a new life and it must stay on track/ i have some cloths the ones that i am wearing/ the hooves of the horse and the ground is tarring/

there was no food to eat and nothing to wear/ all i knew is ma and pa said we had to get out of here/ i would have had stayed if it where my choice/ but i will never forget where we where from because i still have my southern voice.