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