in the grim and final hour of the war between the states he had enough dying all the grief that he could take from the appomattox courthouse where the deed was sadly done there was no place left for him to go but home he walked all the way home to southampton county to carry all he owned and try to forget wearing sadness like a mantle for the friends he lost in vain he walked all the way home to start his life again in the end he knew the reasons but so many had been lost for years to come the fallen would sleep beneath the cross what he held in angry silence time could never burn away it was just the saddest price he d ever pay he walked all the way home to southampton county to carry all he owned and try to forget wearing sadness like a mantle for the friends he lost in vain he walked all the way home to start his life again when he stopped to take some water at a little roadside place a pretty southern widow sadly looked into his face as they talked a while his blue eyes seemed to ease her broken heart one day he came back and took her home he walked all the way home to southampton county to carry all he owned and try to forget wearing sadness like a mantle for the friends he lost in vain he walked all the way home to start his life again he walked all the way home to start his life again
['banjo', 'bluegrass', 'bluegrass gospel', 'old-time', 'progressive bluegrass', 'traditional bluegrass']