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 Day They flood with dreams and they drift away They cling to logs and cupboard doors While riding out this civil war Riding out this civil war Fighters came and they pitched a tent And everyone around here went The fix was in, we bet and we swore From both sides of a civil war We build this up and we knock this down We call our little mob a town We nail a sign above the door "God bless our little civil war" "God bless our little civil war" Three dogs at a party an the road at night Play checkers in the lantern light They sing a song out to the shore Of women, gold, and civil war Every truth carries blame Every light reveals some shame Progress rides with thieves and whores The stowaways of civil war The stowaways of civil war Progress rides with thieves and whores The stowaways of civil war The stowaways of civil war