Oh, I went down to Danville, got struck on a Danville girl
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 I'm goin' 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
Look up, look down this lonesome road, hang down your head and cry
The very best friends have to part sometimes, then why can't you and I?
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
