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