Summer was just over back in 1864
Our family was torn apart by the nation's war
I remember when it began
We chose who we'd fight for
My brother and I both believed
All men should be free
But on other matters
We just never could agree
He swore the north should not decide
The southern decree
So when we enlisted
We both took different sides
Though all along we never thought
One of us could die
I still can hear his words
When he said his last goodbye
He said I'll meet you at the Mason Dixon Line
I will meet you at the Mason Dixon Line
The war proved to be longer
Than anyone could have said
And both sides paid too high a price
Carrying home the dead
Still that never seemed to change a mind
In one stubborn rebel head
My brother survived Gettysburg
Where we turned around the war
And back at Cold Harbor
In June of '64
I swear I saw the colors
Of the uniform he wore
I'll meet you at the Mason Dixon Line
I will meet you at the Mason Dixon Line
A cold wind chilled through the night
When I heard Richmond fell
They sent no messenger
But somehow I could tell
That'd be the last we'd ever hear
One young rebel yell
Years after the buildings were burned
And the smoke had cleared away
And many old wounds had healed
From that fateful day
He got a new headstone
And on it the words did say
I'll meet you at the Mason Dixon Line
I will meet you at the Mason Dixon Line
I will meet you at the Mason Dixon Line