©2009 L. Taylor/Morgan Creek Music (ASCAP)

When the war is done just walk until it’s heaven
And you’ll be right by my home in Tennessee
And dear Abigail so fair
With her auburn flowing hair
Will be waiting quietly for me
My momma will be whistling in the kitchen
And my daddy strong as stone plowing a row
And my best friend Daniel James
Who took up our last name
When his folks got sold away some years ago
When you tell them that you know me get you ready
They’re gonna slap your back and beg you please to sit
They’ll ask you time again
Did I proudly lead my men
And I won’t mind if you stretch the truth a bit
Break it to them slowly how you left me
With the apple blossoms lying on the ground
Make sure you let them know
That I never let them go
And that their prayers were my final sound
Damn this war
Damn this struggle to be free
Damn this tar of hatred
That will not let us be
That will not let us rest
Until it lays us down
And spills our life
Softly on the ground