Publication of the Texas Folklore Society, 1916, p. 29: If ever I travel this road again, And tears don't fall and blind me, I'm going back to Tennessee To the girl I left behind me. Chorus— Oh, that girl, that pretty little girl, That girl I left behind me, With rosy cheeks and curly hair, That girl I left behind me. If ever I travel this road again, And the angels they don't find me, I'll reconcile and stay a little while With the girl I left behind me.—Chorus. I'll cross the Red River one more time, If the tears don't fall and drown me, A-weeping for that pretty litle gal, The gal I left behind me.—Chorus. I'll build my nest in a hollow tree, Where the cuckoos they won't find me, I'll weep and sigh till the day I die, For the gal I left behind me.—Chorus. If ever I git off this warpath, And the Indians they don't find me, I'll go right back to see that gal, The gal I left behind me.—Chorus. I could buy such girls as you For fifteen cents a dozen, But I'm going back tomorrow, And marry my country cousin.
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