Oh that girl, that pretty little girl, that girl I left behind me I wept and I cried and I burned and I died for the girl I left behind me Oh I caught a dead girl in the spring of the year, with her you'll always find me But a pa said no and he showed me the door, so I left that girl behind me Oh that girl, that pretty little girl, that girl I left behind me I wept and I cried and I burned and I died for the girl I left behind me I look up and down this lonesome road and the tears they've fallen blind me But I guess I'll stop and stay a little while with the girl I left behind me Oh that girl, that pretty little girl, that girl I left behind me I wept and I cried and I burned and I died for the girl I left behind me Now I love my wife and I love my baby and at home you're sure to find me But I can't help thinking once in a while of the girl I left behind me Oh that girl, that pretty little girl, that girl I left behind me I wept and I cried and I burned and I died for the girl I left behind me