The Poor Girls Story

Come and gather all around me
 Listen to my teller waltz
 Got some good advice to give you
 Lotta things you oughta know
 Take a tip from one who travelled
 Never start to ramble around
 You're likely get wandering fever
 Never want to settle down
 I met a little boy in Frisco
 I asked him if he had a wife
 Told him I was tired of rambling
 I wanna settle down for life
 Then I heard the whistle blowin'
 I knew it was the Georgia train
 I left him standin' by the railroad
 I'll never see that man again
 Wandered all around this country
 Had to travel everywhere
 Been on that old brick line railroad
 Never paid a nickel fare
 Been from Maine to California
 Ended up in Mexico
 I wouldn't try to save no money
 Now I got nowhere to go
 Listen to a poor girl's story
 Listen to the things I say
 I hear another train a-coming
 And I'll soon be on my way
 If you wanna do me a favor
 Come and lay me down to die
 But dig my grave beside the railroad
 So I can hear the trains go by