and on the white sandy beach
So I slept on the brown forest floor
But on the shore, on the shore,
On the shore of the Blacklit Creek
Well, I slept in the rain
and on the long wagon trains
I nearly died in the arms of a whore
But on the shore, on the shore,
On the shore of the Blacklit Creek
Now I'm a man, a great boy,
I've held court with the civilized type
But I went off to war in 1864,
I was left with no choice but to fight
I've lived through the hell
of screaming black shells
I've killed all the men I could kill
But I've seen all my friends
take that last sip of wine
Oh, I've lived in the streets
and on the white sandy beach
Oh, I've slept on the brown forest floor
But on the shore, on the shore,
On the shore of the black lit creek
I dream of a place without
But my God, all I see is red
That reminds just bodies and bones
I felt the rotten black boots on my feet
I dreamt of my girl in a fictional world
With my pistol in hand, I knelt in the sand
For my knees were so bloodless and weak
My sadness and pain all ended that day
On the banks of the Blacklick Creek
Oh, I lived in the streets
and on the white sandy beach
Oh, I slept on the brown forest floor
But on the shore, on the shore,
On the shore of the black wind tree
Well, I slept in the rain
and on the long wagon train
I nearly died in the arms of a whore
But on the shore, on the shore,
On the shore of the Black Lake Beach
But on the shore, on the shore
On the shore of the Black Lake Beach
