Doug Burr The Last Confederate Widow
If I give you the key, but the secret is ugly
Won't you stand beside me, won't you sing up above me
The house down the street, well, the kids are so lovely
Give us one more battle hymn
Sing me the name of the last Confederate widow
The windows are open, the daughters are leanin'
Roll through the stop lights in a long black Lincoln
The Secret South all down in the mouth, and caught in her throat
In the place that you love the most
One foot on the sea, swollen by rivers
Christmastime, New Orleans, nothin' can deliver
And the woods became streets, nothin' left here outlives her
And the Second Line marchin' in
Sing me the name of the last Confederate widow
The windows are open, all the daughters are blinkin'
Hands up on the front porches, long black Lincolns
The Secret South all down in the mouth, and caught in her throat
In the place that you love the most
Take a walk through the trees of this bright, empty forest
Got their limbs all outstretched like they simply adore us
It was here where we wed, drunk on a chorus, singin' baby now doesn't time win
Over and over again, and the Second Line marchin' in
Oh, we got one more battle hymn
Sing me the name of the last Confederate widow
The windows are open, all the daughters are leanin'
The windin' white road, and the long black Lincoln
The Secret South all down in the mouth, and caught in her throat
In the place that you love the most
