Where did you sleep last night

My girl, my girl, donīt lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night

In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun donīt ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through

My girl, my girl, where will you go
Iīm 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

Traditional Folk Song