Текст Tom Paxton – Danville Girl

My pocket book was empty
My heart was filled with pain
A thousand miles away from home
Sleepin’ in the rain

Good mornin’ Mister Railroad man
What time does your train roll by
At nine-sixteen, and two-forty-four
And twenty-five minutes ’till five

At nine-sixteen, and two-forty-four
And twenty-five minutes ’till five
I thank you Mister Railroad man
I’m gonna watch your train roll by

Well I got off in Danville
I met up with a Danville girl
You can bet your life she was all right
She wore them Danville curls

She took me in her parlour
She treated me nice and kind
She put me in the notion
Of bummin’ all the time

She wore her hat on the back o’ her head
Like the high-toned women all do
And the very next train that come down the line
I bid that girl adieu

I pulled my cap down over my eyes
And went walkin’ down the track
I caught a ride on the next freight train
And I never did look back

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey