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Last night the willows stopped weeping |
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And everything sat hushed and still |
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While my body lay sleeping |
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I dreamt of |
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Rebecca Deville |
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Now, I wonder if she was a real girl |
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Did she die when |
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I wokeWell, |
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I'll sleep straight through to tomorrow |
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And look for her till |
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I go broke |
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I found myself by the highway |
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That I ride in all my dreams |
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I met her while |
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I was hitch-hiking |
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From England to |
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New Orleans |
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She rode shotgun but stayed facing me |
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And I laid down in the back |
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I fell in love somewhere near |
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IllinoisShe said, she loved me right back |
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Anybody, has anybody seen my little girl around? |
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I last saw her in |
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New Orleans |
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I can't find her now |
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I stepped into the nearest twilight bar |
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To ask if anyone knew |
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The whereabouts of my |
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Rebecca Deville |
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The bartender said that he knew |
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He said that just a few weeks ago |
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She hitched a ride out west |
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With a man who said he'd show her the big time |
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Said, he would show her the best |
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But he stopped the car, two miles down the road |
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And he put a gun to her head |
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Raped her of all that she ever had |
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Rebecca was found, she was dead |
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Anybody, has anybody seen my little girl around |
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I last saw her in |
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New Orleans |
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I can't find her now |
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Anybody, has anybody seen my little girl around |
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I last saw her in |
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New Orleans |
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I can't find her now |
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No, it doesn't even begin |
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To describe the shape that |
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I am inBut you can dream in both directions |
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Bring the past back again |
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So maybe, |
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I can find her |
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Before Heaven goes and hides her |
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Hopin' to keep her from going away |
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Well, I saw her again |
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It was a Sunday evenin' |
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She had flagged a ride |
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It was a Lincoln |
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Continental |
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She was on the passenger side |
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She had a hold of the handle |
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I said, Rebecca, don't go, he's not what he seems |
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I said, Rebecca, don't go, he's not what he seems |
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Take my word, darling, and drop out of this dream |
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She said, he's going to the big city |
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And I'm going too |
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You know how that is with me |
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I said, stop, don't you get in the car |
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Don't you get in the car' |
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Cause I won't be coming back, if you get in the back |
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Don't you get in the car |
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Don't you get in the car' |
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Cause I won't be coming back, if you get in the back |
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My sweetheart, my sweetheart |
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I will just stay away |
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Six years or maybe eight |
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Till I lose your memory |
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And all that you've meant to me' |
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Cause I can't stand to see this |
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I can't stand to see this |
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I can't stand to see this |
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She got inside |
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And waved goodbye |
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I watched the tail lights |
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They danced like candle light and then, they went out |
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Goodbye, my sweetheart |
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Goodbye, my sweetheart |
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Anybody, has anybody seen my little girl around? |
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I last saw her in |
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New Orleans |
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I can't find her now |
