And now I'm going southward
for my heart is full of woe,
I'm going back to Texas,
to see my Uncle Joe.
You may talk about your Beauregard, and sing of Bobbie Lee,
But the gallant Hood of Texas played hell in Tennessee.
To that end and if I may propose it, the following could be used as a final stanza at the time they surrender to authorities and return to Austin:
And now they're heading homeward
Their hearts are full of woe
We'll drag em back to Texas
In cuffs and chains you know
You may talk about your Hildebeast, and sing of Gov'nor Gray,
But the Chicken D's of Texas, they're afraid of Tom DeLay
Not now. No mercy.