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 Year's days
They flood with dreams and they drift away
They cling to locks and covered doors
While riding out
this civil war
While riding out this civil war
Some fighters came and they pitched a tent
And everyone around here went
And when the fix was in We bet and swore
On both sides of a civil war
We build this up and we knock it down
All our little Marlborough town
We name a sign above the door
God bless our little civil war
God bless our little civil war
Three dogs at a party on a boat at night
Playing checkers in the lantern light
They sing a song out to the shore Of a woman
gold in a civil war
Every truth carries blame Every light reveals some shame
Progress writes with thieves and whores
The stowaways of civil war
The stowaways of civil war
Progress writes with thieves and whores
The stowaways of civil war
The stowaways of civil war