Phyllis Ruth

the chill of coffeeville

she's in those hills still

kindness of her face so white

the chill of coffeeville

lord pray it be your will

that she dwell in your house tonight

as one with spirit yes

she goes where it goes

what my little girl sees from the sill

nobody knows

as one with spirit yeh

she goes where it leads

o boy - that's where my little girl feeds

should i do - do like you

look long with swing eyes

an' never talk about it

phyllis ruth

yeah i should - do as you would

walk right up to that box of wood

step up girl

how far is heaven

i'll go tonight - be a man about it

boy an' hold you tight