Danville Girl

My pocket book was empty,

My heart was filled of pain.

A thousand miles away from home

Sleeping in the rain.

Good Morning Mister Railroad man

What time does your train roll by.

At nine-sixteen, and two-fourty-four,

And twentyfive minutes 'till five.

At nine-sixteen, and two-fourty-four,

And twentyfive minutes 'till five.

I thank you Mister Railroad Man,

I'm gonna watch your train roll by.

Well I got off in Danville

I met up with a Danville Girl.

You can bet your life she was all right

She wore them Danville curls

She took me in her parlor

She treated me nice and kind

She put me in the notion

Of bummin' all the time.

She wore her hat on the back of her head

Like the high tone women all do

And the very next train that come down the line

I bid that girl adieu

I pulled my cap down over my eyes

And went walking down the track

I caught a ride on the next freight train

And I never did look back.

Hey, hey, hey, hey,

Hey, hey, hey.

I caught a ride on the next freight train

And I never did look back.