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 head
Like all high-toned people do.
The very first train that leaves this town
Going 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 girl
Wherever she may be.
It's forty mile through the rock,
It's sixty through the sand,
Oh, I relate to you the life
Of 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.
