The name she gave was Caroline

The daughter of a miner

And her ways were free

And it seemed to me

That sunshine walked beside her

She come from Spencer, across the hill

She said her pa had sent her

Cause the coal was low

And soon the snow

Would turn the skies to winter.

She said she'd come to look for work

She was not seekin' favors

And for a dime a day

And a place to stay

She'd turn those hands to labor

The times were hard Lord, and the jobs were few

All through Tecumseh Valley

But she asked around

And a job she found

Tending bar at Gypsy Sally's

She saved enough to get back home

When spring replaced the winter

But her dreams were denied

Her pa had died

The word come down from Spencer.

So she turned to whorin' out on the streets

With all the lust inside her

And it was many a man

Who returned again

To lay himself beside her.

They found her down beneath the stairs

That led to Gypsy Sally's

And in her hand when she died

Was a note that cried

Fare-thee-well, Tecumseh Valley

The name she gave was Caroline

The daughter of a miner

And her ways were free

And it seemed to me

That sunshine walked beside her