| Song | Railroad Boy |
| Artist | Gov't Mule |
| Album | August Blues, Cockeysville, MD |
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| She went upstairs to make her bed | |
| And not a word to her mother said | |
| Her mother, she went upstairs too, said daughter, oh daughter, what’s troubling you? | |
| Oh mother, I cannot tell that railroad boy that I love so well | |
| He courted me, my life away, and now at home will no longer stay | |
| There’s a place in London town where the railroad boy goes and sits down | |
| Takes a strange girl on his knee, says things to her he won’t say to me | |
| Her father, he came home from work, said where’s my daughter, what’s troubling her | |
| He went upstairs to give her hope, found her hanging by a rope | |
| He took his knife, cut her down, and on her bosom these words were found | |
| Oh dig my grave both wide and deep, place a marble stone at my head and feet | |
| And on my breast place a white snow dove, won’t you tell the world that I died for love | |
| To tell the world I died of love | |
| Tell the world that I died for love | |
| Wont you tell the world that I died for love |
| She went upstairs to make her bed | |
| And not a word to her mother said | |
| Her mother, she went upstairs too, said daughter, oh daughter, what' s troubling you? | |
| Oh mother, I cannot tell that railroad boy that I love so well | |
| He courted me, my life away, and now at home will no longer stay | |
| There' s a place in London town where the railroad boy goes and sits down | |
| Takes a strange girl on his knee, says things to her he won' t say to me | |
| Her father, he came home from work, said where' s my daughter, what' s troubling her | |
| He went upstairs to give her hope, found her hanging by a rope | |
| He took his knife, cut her down, and on her bosom these words were found | |
| Oh dig my grave both wide and deep, place a marble stone at my head and feet | |
| And on my breast place a white snow dove, won' t you tell the world that I died for love | |
| To tell the world I died of love | |
| Tell the world that I died for love | |
| Wont you tell the world that I died for love |
| She went upstairs to make her bed | |
| And not a word to her mother said | |
| Her mother, she went upstairs too, said daughter, oh daughter, what' s troubling you? | |
| Oh mother, I cannot tell that railroad boy that I love so well | |
| He courted me, my life away, and now at home will no longer stay | |
| There' s a place in London town where the railroad boy goes and sits down | |
| Takes a strange girl on his knee, says things to her he won' t say to me | |
| Her father, he came home from work, said where' s my daughter, what' s troubling her | |
| He went upstairs to give her hope, found her hanging by a rope | |
| He took his knife, cut her down, and on her bosom these words were found | |
| Oh dig my grave both wide and deep, place a marble stone at my head and feet | |
| And on my breast place a white snow dove, won' t you tell the world that I died for love | |
| To tell the world I died of love | |
| Tell the world that I died for love | |
| Wont you tell the world that I died for love |