| 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. |
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