The stowaways of civil war When living through a civil war "God bless our little civil war" Progress rides with thieves and whores 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 Christmas mornings

And the only thing to save Is the banner that you wave To be wrapped around your grave You've gone too far, who do you think you are Is this what you came for, well this means war To line up to the ring For a battle that you can't win Swing as hard as

It's a lovely day I can see the sun up high Tho' we're caught in the storm I can see where you and I Could be cozy and warm Let the rain pitter patter But it really doesn't matter If the skies are gray Long as I can be with you

On a warm San Franciscan night This following program is dedicated to the city And people of San Francisco Who may not know it but they are beautiful And so is their city This is a very personal song So if the viewer cannot understand it Particularly

If you were there, beware The serpent soul pinchers Why leave her on her own? I wouldn't have said it if I would have known I don't know what it is that they want Three hundred and fifty no thank-yous, and nobody flinches Go on, girl, go on, give us

So hold on, Hold on to what we are, Hold on to your heart. In the spring we made a boat Out of feathers, out of bones. We set fire to our homes, Walking barefoot in the snow. Distant rhythm of the drum As we drifted towards the storm.

Every day I spend my time Drinkin' wine, feelin' fine Waitin' here to find the sign That I can understand Don't push your love too far Right now is where you are In a broken dream In the days between the hours

Are you, are you Coming to the tree Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met at midnight In the hanging tree They say who murdered three Where dead man called out For his love to flee

Oh, didn't I? There are times to remember and times that I wish to forget Our time together was tinged with love and regret Oh my girl, my sweet, sweet little girl Didn't I try to tell ya That life was for living And wasn't I the guy who said Stay away

Threaten no more To secure peace is to prepare for war Settle the score Don't tread on me Liberty or death, what we so proudly hail Don't tread on me Touch me again for the words that you'll hear evermore I said, don't tread on me