"Kinda' got [bad word]  up here tonight. Took a subway. 
Got off somewhere on 156th Street. Started to walkin' back. 
I got hung up on a Cadillac store down there. So I'm not 
here so on time. I was [bad word] over by a bus. Took another 
subway, down on 34th street and I walked up here.
 [bad word] pretty prepared tonight, I got a list on my guitar. 
This is a new list, I used to have one on my guitar about 
a month ago,that was no good. Figured I'd get a good list, 
so I went around... I put the list on first, then I went around 
to other guuitar players, and -- sort of looked at their lists, 
and I copied down songs on mine.

Some of these I don't know so good."

[spoken: "This is the story about a little [bad word]  all over, findin' out all about - life, 
She's... goin' out at [bad word] home, keepin' late hours,
findin' out all about - just . . . what makes up life. 
Eleven years old."]

Little girl, little girl, where you been so long?
Not even your mama knows.
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines.
And I shivered the whole night long.

Her daddy was a railroad man
Killed a mile and a half from town
His head was found neath the driver's wheel
His body has never been found.

[...], he love you, for a thousand times
And he's taken all the love I had to give.
He's taken my house, he's taken my love.
I'll never will love as long as I live.

Little girl, little girl, where you been so long?
Not even your mama knows.
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines.
And I shivered the whole night long.