Going Across the Mountain Going across the mountain, Oh, fare you well; Going across the mountain, You can hear my banjo tell. Got my rations on my back, My powder it is dry; I'm a-goin' across the mountain, Chrissie, don't you cry. Going across the mountain, To join the boys in blue; When this war is over, I'll come back to you. Going across the mountain, If I have to crawl, I'll give old Jeff's men A little of my rifle ball. Way before it's good daylight, If nothing happens to me, I'll be way down yonder In old Tennessee. I expect you'll miss me when I'm gone, But I'm going through; When this war is over, I'll come back to you. Going across the mountain, Oh, fare you well; Going across the mountain, Oh, fare you well.