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