Danville Girl My pocket book was empty, My heart was full of pain. Ten thousand miles away from home Bumming a railroad train. I was standing on the platform Smoking a cheap cigar Listening for that next freight train To carry an empty car. Well I got off at Danville Got stuck on a 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 my last time. She wore her hair on the back of her head Like high-toned people do, But the very next train come down that line I bid that girl adieu. I pulled my cap down over my eyes Walked down to the railroad track Then I caught a westhound freight; Never did look back. Recorded by Seeger DT #781 Laws H2 RG
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