On August 13th 1999
I packed up my things, took up my banner waving Fools fall in Love
And marched off to college on the long winding road into the woods, never looking back
But before I left I had just one night with you
No sex, No Hershey kisses, only embrace
Just enough to have a taste
That was what did it
The hug that was the touch of Death
That set the Civil Wars off in me
A series of ragging conflicts of whether to go or stay
However, it wasn’t my choice
I had to go
So I left **** well left knowing there’d be casualties
For falling in love with a southern belle
On July 25th 2003
Four years later:
I returned
Stood on your porch, knocked and waited,
Your mother answered
Her demeanor now
Not too favorable of me
Then you came with the secret weapon
To bring this war to an end
All you said was, “I have a boyfriend.”
And like that the victory shot was fired, point blanc
I was paralyzed
With the passion and pain burning in me
Yet in my weakened state you rubbed salt in my wounds
Asked for truce,
Because you wanted me to meet him
Your soldier in uniform, your beloved Yankee
But what you don’t understand is
I’m still a **** rebel
I only came here to love or die
So I’ll gladly lay down for your happiness
Accepting my fate
But there can be no Peace,
Cause the pain still burns
So please forgive me when I say
I’ll have no ******* part of your Union
So now I think you should hear the declaration of me
It states:
Let the wars be ended ,
Leave dead lovers be.
Let their grow a new happiness ,
And let the negro be free.
I packed up my things, took up my banner waving Fools fall in Love
And marched off to college on the long winding road into the woods, never looking back
But before I left I had just one night with you
No sex, No Hershey kisses, only embrace
Just enough to have a taste
That was what did it
The hug that was the touch of Death
That set the Civil Wars off in me
A series of ragging conflicts of whether to go or stay
However, it wasn’t my choice
I had to go
So I left **** well left knowing there’d be casualties
For falling in love with a southern belle
On July 25th 2003
Four years later:
I returned
Stood on your porch, knocked and waited,
Your mother answered
Her demeanor now
Not too favorable of me
Then you came with the secret weapon
To bring this war to an end
All you said was, “I have a boyfriend.”
And like that the victory shot was fired, point blanc
I was paralyzed
With the passion and pain burning in me
Yet in my weakened state you rubbed salt in my wounds
Asked for truce,
Because you wanted me to meet him
Your soldier in uniform, your beloved Yankee
But what you don’t understand is
I’m still a **** rebel
I only came here to love or die
So I’ll gladly lay down for your happiness
Accepting my fate
But there can be no Peace,
Cause the pain still burns
So please forgive me when I say
I’ll have no ******* part of your Union
So now I think you should hear the declaration of me
It states:
Let the wars be ended ,
Leave dead lovers be.
Let their grow a new happiness ,
And let the negro be free.