"Kinda' got lost comin' up here tonight. Took a subway.
Got off somewhere on 156th Street. Started to walkin' back.
I got hung up on a Cadillac store down there. So I'm not
here so on time. I was almost run over by a bus. Took another
subway, down on 34th street and I walked up here.
I come pretty prepared tonight, I got a list on my guitar.
This is a new list, I used to have one on my guitar about
a month ago,that was no good. Figured I'd get a good list,
so I went around... I put the list on first, then I went around
to other guuitar players, and -- sort of looked at their lists,
and I copied down songs on mine.
Some of these I don't know so good."
[spoken: "This is the story about a little girl,
runnin' all over, findin' out all about - life,
She's... goin' out at night, comin home, keepin' late hours,
findin' out all about - just . . . what makes up life.
Eleven years old."]
Little girl, little girl, where you been so long?
Not even your mama knows.
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines.
And I shivered the whole night long.
Her daddy was a railroad man
Killed a mile and a half from town
His head was found neath the driver's wheel
His body has never been found.
[...], he love you, for a thousand times
And he's taken all the love I had to give.
He's taken my house, he's taken my love.
I'll never will love as long as I live.
Little girl, little girl, where you been so long?
Not even your mama knows.
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines.
And I shivered the whole night long.
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