Shoot a squirrel, a baby girl don't even know her father Sent her away on the fifth of May to a steamboat in the water I loved her well, but I'm going to hell and she won't know its fires When I'm away, she'll dine in Maine on Bloody Marys and Lobster The day I die, well by that time, she will be a woman She won't know me but her love's at Sea with a steamboat captain husband Can't sleep at night, Well she's wondering why she don't know her father Tell her she was born when the beauty of the sun fell into the water The devil don't know, but I'll be counting his gold tonight You can't grow old when you're counting his gold tonight The devil don't know, but I'll be counting his gold tonight And you can't grow old when you're counting his gold tonight When she dies white wings won't fly her all the way to Jesus Her soul will lay and move with the Waves. The devil told me all his secrets When she dies white wings won't fly her all the way to Jesus Her soul will lay and move with the Waves. The devil told me all his secrets When she dies white wings won't fly her all the way to Jesus Her soul will lay and move with the Waves. The devil told me all his secrets