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

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

Traditional Folk Song