'neath Antebellu[D]m mansions Where the ancient[A] floorboards[Bm] sag [G] And Span[Bm]ish moss sways gently as [A] Bm A G... A tattered Rebel flag Strolling past wrought iron fences Tipped with rusty spikes I felt the softness of your hand You were beautiful that night We walked in long shadows Long after it was dark Took our shoes off by the...