Danville girl
My pocket book was empty My heart was full of pain Ten thousand miles away from home Bumming the railroad train It was standing on the platform Smoking a cheep cigar listening for that nwxt freight train To carry an empty car Well I got off at Danville Got stuck on the Danville girl You bet your life she's out of sight She wore those Danville curls She took me in her Kitchen She treated me nice and kind She got me in the notion Of bumming all the time She wore her hair on the back of her head Like high-tone people do But the vetry next train come down the line I bid that girl adieu I pulled my cap down over my eyes Walked down to the track Then I caught a westbound greight Never did look back