The Poor Girls Story - Eilen Jewell

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 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

No 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