The Danville Girl

My pocket book was empty
My heart was full of pain
10,000 miles a-way from home
Bumming a railroad train

Standing on the platform
Smoking a cheap cigar
And listening for the next freight train
That carried an empty car

When I got off at Danville
I got stuck on the Danville girl
You can bet your life she was out of sight
She wore those Danville pearls
Took me in her kitchen
And treated me nice and kind
And she got me in the notion
Of bumming all the time

Well she wore her hair on the back of her head
Like high tone people all do
But the very next train coming down the line
I bid my girl adieu

I pulled my cap down over my eyes
Walked down to the track
And caught the very next empty car
And never did look back