Abilene - Damien Jurado
I fell in love with a girl of nineteen
A black-haired girl I called Abilene
Young girl  where＇s your husband
Sadly  she replied  I do not have one

No fine sir  they will not let me marry
For I am a young girl
And you are a man without  money
Then I＇ll come by your window
Tonight when they both will be sleeping
Outside your window in a carriage I will be waiting
They＇ll awake to find you gone
Open their eyes and think they＇re dreaming
And never did they think
That their Abilene would leave them
Now fine sir  where is it you shall take me
Is it in the mountains high
Or is it the deep blue sea