Black Land Prairie

What a son to say father let them go
 Must've been a cappawock
 Gone to black land prairie
 To a safe house to lay low
 And I'll ride again...
 Packed our bags for the Army of the James
 Gone to find the last medicine take place
 Gone to one way circus
 Save a bullet for yourself
 Then I'll ride again
 Then I'll ride again
 Then I'll ride again
 Then I'll ride...
 Still run, the caravan, the caravan, the caravan
 Still run, the caravan, the caravan, the caravan
 Still run, the caravan, the caravan, the caravan
 Still run, the caravan, the caravan, the caravan