Well, they found her down beneath the stairs
An' her ways were free, an' it seemed to me
Well, the name she gave was Caroline
Well, she saved enough to get back home
So she turned to whorin' out on the streets
And in her hand when she died was a note that cried
'Cause the coal was low and soon the snow
To lay himself beside her
The times were hard, Lord and the jobs were few
All through Tecumseh valley
An' her ways were free, an' it seemed to me
That led to Gypsy Sally's
But she asked around till a job she found
For a dime a day and a place to stay
But her dreams were denied, her pa had died
Well, she said, she'd come to look for work
She was not seekin' favors
And it was many a man, returned again
Would turn the skies to winter
She said her pa had sent her
When spring replaced the winter
'Fare Thee Well, Tecumseh Valley'
Well, the word come down from Spencer
She comes from Spencer, across the hill
That sunshine walked beside her
She'd turn those hands to labor
Tending bar at Gypsy Sally's
With all the lust inside her
The daughter of a miner
