Caleb Brown - Janis Ian

Caleb Brown was a mighty fine man

And his skin was the color of the good rich land

He bought a slope-eared mule named Dan

And broke a little piece of ground

Cleared the place with his own bare hands

Made cotton grow in the rocks and sand

Thought he’d found the promised land

'Til the soldiers came to town

Gather by the river

Light a fire in the old campground

Stand and deliver

They’re burning Dixie down

Caleb Brown never took a side

Always hoped that the war would pass him by

Trouble came and he closed his eyes

Then he woke to the sound of the guns

They stole his chickens and the old milk cow

Left him nothing but a broken plow

He cried out «what can I do now

But to wait for the kingdom come?»

Gather by the river

Light a fire in the old campground

Stand and deliver

They’re burning Dixie down

Was a war, was a mighty fine war

Was a war like the world never saw before

The only one not keeping score

Was a man named Caleb Brown

No one knows what his eyes have seen

How he washed his hands in a bloody stream

Buried all his hopes and dreams

Down in the cold, cold ground

Gather by the river

Light a fire in the old campground

Stand and deliver

They’re burning Dixie down

They’re burning Dixie down