Testo Danville Girl 78 Version

I went down to Danville,Got stuck on a Danville girl;Oh, you bet your life she's out of sight,She wears those Danville curls.She wears her hair on the back of her headLike all high-toned people do.The very first train that leaves this townGoing to bid that girl adieu.I don't see why I love that girl,For she never cared for me.But still my mind is on that girlWherever she may be.It's forty mile through the rock,It's sixty through the sand,Oh, I relate to you the lifeOf a-many poor married man.Oh, standing by the railroad track,A-resting my poor tired feet;Nine-hundred miles away from home,And not a bite to eat.A-walking about on the old platform,A-smoking a cheap cigar;A-waiting for a local,To catch an empty car.I don't see why I love that girl,For she never cared for me;But still my mind is on that girl,Wherever she may be.Look up, look down this lonesome road;Hang down your head and cry;The best of friends have to part sometimes,And why can't you and I.