Oh, I went down to Danville
Got stuck 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
Gonna 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
And why can't you and I
SOLO
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
SOLO