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| The name she g | ave | was Caro | line |
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| Daughter | of a | miner |
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| And her | ways were | free and it | seemed to me |
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| The sunshine | walked be | side her |
| She came from Spencer across the hill |
| She said her Pa had sent her |
| 'Cause the coal was low and soon the snow |
| Would turn the skies to winter |
| She said she'd come to look for work |
| She was not seeking favor |
| For a dime a day and a place to stay |
| She turned those hands to labor |
| But the times were hard, Lord, and the jobs were few |
| All through Tecumseh Valley |
| She'd ask around, and a job she found |
| Tendin' bar at Gypsy Sally's |
| She saved enough to get back home |
| And spring replaced the winter |
| But her dreams were denied, her Pa had died |
| The word come down from Spencer |
| So she turned to whorin' out on the streets |
| With all the lust inside her |
| And it was many a man returned again |
| To lay himself beside her |
| They found her down beneath the stairs |
| That led to Gypsy Sally's |
| And in her hand when she died was a note that cried |
| "Fare thee well, Tecumseh Valley". |
| -instrumental verse- |
| -repeat first verse- |