Black Land Prairie - Dispatch

What a son to say father let them go

Must’ve been a cappawock

Gone to black land prairie

To a safe house to lay low

And I’ll ride again…

Packed our bags for the Army of the James

Gone to find the last medicine take place

Gone to one way circus

Save a bullet for yourself

Then I’ll ride again.

Still run, the caravan, the caravan, the caravan