Warren County Clay
A train pulled out of Richmond
On a cold December night
Headed south to Dixie
But this time not to fight

Lee is going to where his Annie
Breathed her last breath
And take her some flowers
And mourn her young death

Hear the whippoorwill sing
As the tall pines sway
She’s lying there
‘Neath the Warren County clay

The Warren Plains Depot
Was an awful sight
The war had left its mark
After a long heroic fight

Lee arrived with no announcement
In the hour before daylight
The morning sun broke the sky
On the way to Annie’s gravesite

The scars of war were deep
Signs of battle everywhere
The pain and destruction
The general could hardly bear

Painful memories of the war
Seemed to cut him like a knife
Like the cruel killing fever
That took his Annie’s life