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 Then I'll ride again Then I'll ride again Then I'll ride... Still run, the caravan, the caravan, the caravan Still run, the caravan, the caravan, the caravan Still run, the caravan, the caravan, the caravan Still run, the caravan, the caravan, the caravan