My girl, my girl, don't lie to me,
Tell me where did you sleep last night.
In the pines, in the pines,
Where the sun don't ever shine,
I would shiver the whole night through.
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My girl, my girl, where will you go?
I'm going where the cold wind blows.
Her husband, was a hard working man.
Just about a mile from here,
His head was found in a driving wheel,
But his body never was found.
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