Old Mill from Hometown Tales by Carson Colenbaugh

I went down to the Cotton Mill
I saw the women packing their clothes
I saw them leave for Marietta
Out on their wagons, back on the road

“Gen’ral, sir! Why must we send them?”
He said, “They’re traitors, and traitors must go”
He said, “They’re traitors, and they can’t stay round here”
Out in their wagons, back on the road

On a train up to Louisville
They were deported, lost from their homes
They were deported, far gone from Roswell
Out on their wagons, back on the road

Who were they? And where did they come from?
Where did they ramble? Where did they roam?
Where did they ramble? Who will remember?
Out in their wagons, back on the road

I went down to the cotton mill
The water it whispered, the water it flowed
The water it whispered, onward and onward
Out in their wagons, back on the road

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