From the recording Come a Reckoning
Lyrics
My mama was born beneath a Southern moon
Her mama sang, her granddaddy played a war tune
Right proud of the blood in their veins
And there weren’t nothing more to know
Down at the end of a red dirt drive
A house lies dark-eyed, soulless but still alive
Quite loud rings the echo of chains
Through the white-pillared portico
I spy a ghost in the shadow of a shotgun shack
In the throes of a nightmare I’m going back
To Cottonwood Run, where fates were spun
With a hand on the fortune wheel
At Cottonwood Run, the blood-red sun
Is going down on the Carolina fields
Can’t stop fighting till the battle is done
And freedom is won
Down at Cottonwood Run
An evil was born beneath these Southern skies
Wind in the pines like another mama’s soul sighs
Right now with the time that remains
We can still bring a reckoning
See the smoke like the shadow of a sharp-tongued spire
I’m going back once again and I’m setting fire
To Cottonwood Run, where fates were spun
With a hand on the fortune wheel
At Cottonwood Run, the blood-red sun
Is going down on the Carolina fields
Can’t stop fighting till the battle is done
And freedom is won
Down at Cottonwood Run
See the smoke like the shadow of a sharp-tongued spire
Yes I’m going back and I’m setting fire
To Cottonwood Run, where fates were spun
With a hand on the fortune wheel
At Cottonwood Run, the blood-red sun
Is going down on the Carolina fields
Can’t stop fighting till the battle is done
And freedom is won
Down at Cottonwood Run