Confederate Jasmine

Confederate Jasmin

Sherman rides in like a cold North wind
It's Christmas 64
Somebody told her here come the soldiers,
She doesn't care for war
But war's good for business, and so Jasmine cannot complain
She's young and fair with long blond hair and she struts back to work again

Confederate Jasmine
You bloomed for a moment
And now you are blowing a kiss through time
So here's to the sweet sin
The lonesome, the has been
That fade on the vine
Like confederate Jasmine

Up and down Broughton
They’re loading the cotton she struts by the Marshall house
She waves at the boys with a look on her face like she's the queen of the south
And many men pay her a visit and lay their money down
The march made them tired, they're full of desire and she is the jewel of the town

Confederate Jasmine
You bloomed for a moment
And now you are blowing a kiss through time
So here's to the sweet sin
The lonesome, the has been
That fade on the vine
Like confederate Jasmine

Some left her letters and passionate kisses, some left her wanting more
One had to leave her with raging fever that ravaged, burned and roared
And then burned itself out late one night in a lonely back alley room
Confederate Jasmin's so pretty in May, died on the first day of June

Confederate Jasmine
You bloomed for a moment
And now you are blowing a kiss through time
So here's to the sweet sin
The lonesome, the has been
That fade on the vine
Like confederate Jasmine
The rustle of silk and a crinoline dress down on Perry Street
A notion that someone's behind you
In the weight of the thick August heat
A whiff of perfume in the evening air blowing cross Chippewa square you swear that you saw something moving, you turn but there's nobody there

Confederate Jasmine
You bloomed for a moment
And now you are blowing a kiss through time
So here's to the sweet sin
The lonesome, the has been
That fade on the vine
Like confederate Jasmine

Sherman rides in like a cold North wind
It's Christmas 64