Civil War - Joe Henry

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 Years Days

They flood with dreams and drift away

They cling to logs and cupboard doors

Riding out this civil war

Riding out this civil war

Some fighters came and pitched a tent

And everyone around here, we went

The fix was in, but 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 up above the door

«God bless our little civil war,»

«God bless our little civil war»

Three dogs at a party an a boat at night

Play checkers in a lantern light

They sing a song out to the shore

Of women, gold, and civil war…

Every truth carries blame

And every light reveals some shame

Progress rides with thieves and whores

The stowaways of civil war

The stowaways of civil war