"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.