1855 a long time ago a little boy stands waiting all alone by the train tracks outside the railroad depot and nobody knew what his name was
well he climbed up inside of the very next train and the people asked him, “lonely boy what’s your name?” but he was too sick to talk so he could not explain so nobody knew what his name was
well all the people cared for him and stayed by his side and the boys health grew weaker as the hours passed by and in his seat on that train car the little boy died and nobody knew what his name was
in South Carolina the train stops still and they carried him off in Graniteville they made a grave and buried him up on the hill still nobody knew what his name was
to this day his grave’s kept clean and covered with toys with hopes that he’ll have something to enjoy and his headstone still simple reads “The Little Boy” cause nobody knew what his name was
well some nights at midnight a light shines on his grave or so I’ve heard the townspeople say and some say they’ve even seen him come out to play but still nobody knows what his name was