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Late down last night, trying to play my hand |
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Oh, through the window, out stepped a man |
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I didn't know no better |
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Oh boys, in my girlish days |
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My mama cried, papa did too |
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Oh, daughter, look what a shame on you |
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I didn't know no better |
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Oh boys, in my girlish days |
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I hit the highway, flagged me a truck |
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Nineteen and seventeen, |
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Lord, the winter was tough |
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I didn't know no better |
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Oh boys, in my girlish days |
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Flagged a train, didn't have a dime |
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Trying to run away from that old home of mine |
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I didn't know no better |
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Oh boys, in my girlish days |
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All of my playmates are now surprised |
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I had to travel 'fore |
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I got wise |
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Now I know better |
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And I still got, oh, my girlish ways, ooh yeah |
