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

@hobo @train @love

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