Из альбома: It Looks Like Snow
IN MY GIRLISH DAYS
WRITER ERNEST LAWLARS
Late hours at night, trying to play my hand
Through my window, out stepped a man
I didn't know no better
Oh boys
In my girlish days
My mama cried, papa did, too
Oh, daughter, look what a shame on you
I didn't know no better
Oh boys
In my girlish days
I flagged a train didn't have a dime
Trying to run away from that home of mine
I didn't know no better
Oh boys
In my girlish days
I hit the highway, caught me a truck
Nineteen and seventeen, when the winter was tough
I didn't know no better
Oh boys
In my girlish days
(spoken: Lord, play it for me now)
All of my playmates is not surprised,
I had to travel 'fore I got wise
I found out better
And I still got my girlish ways