Going Across the Mountain

This is my version of the Civil War era partisan song, Going Across the Mountain, passed down to us by Frank Proffitt and recorded by the Wooden Shoe Ramblers. 

Going across the mountain
Oh, fare you well
Going across the mountain
Hear my banjo tell

Got my rations on my back
My powder it is dry
I'm going across the mountain
Chrissie, don't you cry

Way before the good daylight
If nothing happens to me
I'll be way down yonder
In old Tennessee

I expect you'll miss me when I'm gone
But I'm going through
When this war is over
I'll come back to you
I'm going across the mountain
If I have to crawl
I'll give old Jeff Davis
A piece of my rifle ball

No slave or no freed man
Ever done me any harm
I won’t lay my life down
For no rich man’s cotton farm

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