Crossroads!

[weaktwos]

Our new Songfight entry is up here.

It is based on the battle of Parker's Crossroads that took place on New Year's Eve in 1862. But we spun a little yarn off that battle. Yes, we still have issues to work out, but I think the lads did some fine work with guitar, bass, banjo and mandolin.

It was cold in the morning, Tennesee on Christmas Day,
it was then we heard the news, the Union army's on its way.
I was but a but a boy of five, my father then was still alive.
I rember the marching men, I remember the soldiers when

General Forrest came to the Crossroads.
From the north came the Union brigade.
My father told me and mom not to be afraid.
The General's men faught long and hard, but the Union army stayed
at the Crossroads.

When the Union guns fell silent, and Forrest's men had fled,
my father sat me on his knee and sighed and shook his head.
He said "you gotta stand your ground, Son, don't ever run away."
He lived with a broken heart, two years past that day.

Then we buried him at the Crossroads,
lying north to south.
Mamma gave me Daddy's ring, said "You should have this now."
It hangs heavy on my heart, like the memories in this old house
down at Parker's Crossroads.

I'm a man of 37, still living on Daddy's land.
My finger now bears the ring he once wore on his hand.
I'll pass it to my newborn son, when he becomes a man.

Another cold December, Tennesee on Chrismas Day,
The war is raging Over There, my son is on his way.
I'll know he'll do me proud, and never run away.
He'll carry with him Daddy's ring to help him find his way

back to Parker's Crossroads,
Pecan trees and liberty.
Fireflies and moonlit nights,
that sweet soft southern breeze.

Sometimes late at night, I pray again he'll see
Parker's Crossroads.