I sang it in a play called "Dark of the Moon." The script had only one verse, and it wasn't one of those four:
A poor gal left her mother. She was far away from home.
She walked the streets of Asheville, so cold and so alone.
A man, he come up to her; and he took her by the arm.
He said, "Now, I'll be good to you,
and see you have no harm."
He took her down a back street, into a house of sin.
And once that poor gal went inside,
she never come out again.
Just a picture from life's other side.
Somebody who fell by the way.
A light has gone out with the tide, the tide,
that might have been happy some day. Some day
some poor old mother at home alone,
waiting and watching in vain,
waiting to hear from a loved one so dear,
just a picture from life's other side.