The civil war is over Go back to your corners The losers always want to fight things over He still rides to town on a pale horse Give me all your anger And I'll bury it like a treasure 900 miles from Gettysburg In the heart of a Muskoka soldier Who rides past Kelsey's strip bar Who doesn't believe in Walmart As a kid he'd rebel yell through Algonquin park Chasing ghosts into the deep dark Into the deep dark Into the deep dark He still lives in the same cabin Johnny Rebel at 14 Johnny Lunatic at 85 He'll never see the South rise He's always on the loosing side But nothing is over In the dog days of summer The pale horse moves a little slower While tourists drink at Kelsey's strip bar Nothing is over Nothing is over