One of my favorites is Charlottesville.

I laid all around the old jailhouse
I didn't know what I could do.
Had no money to keep out of prison,
My friends had deserted mer, too.

So quiet, now, little darlin'
I hate to hear you cry.
The best of friendsmust part some day
So why not you and I?

It grows so cold in Charlottesville
The birds can hardly sing.
And the leaves keep falling offthe trees,
And won't be back until Spring.

So quiet, now, little darlin'
I hate to hear you cry.
The best of friendsmust part some day
So why not you and I?