Tar-heel boy sings a song
Bout a girl who ain´t comin´ home
By n by, by n by
She worked too long in the mill
She´s gone to those rolling hills in the sky
We´re barely off Mama´s milk
And we´re locked in here weavin´ silk
We can´t buy, we can´t buy
While you been off in Oregon
I been drinkin´ here all alone
All night long, all day long
They shot a nine-year-old boy
For a hundred dollars