Sister Jeanie came from Oklahoma
She left when they tried to stone her
Her mother, she tried to disown her
She said she'd always been a loner
Well the other day she wrote me a letter
In which she asked me, please, to never forget her
She said if things get any better
She'll be dead by late September
When I found out, she was already miles away
Eighteen years, and eighteen wheels on that old highway
And in her letter that I recieved just yesterday
She said "Pray for me, papa, that we all don't just fade away"
I remember the day we got talking
She had a brother uptown, I had called him
She picked up the phone, said "Come on over
"I'm a coffee girl and queen in Harlem"
(Spoken) Well, that's exactly what she said
So I reached into my pocket for a token
And went and caught that train
When I found out, she was already miles away
Eighteen years, and eighteen wheels on that old highway
And in her letter that I recieved just yesterday
She said "Pray for me, papa, that we all don't just fade away"
Little sister, just so you know
Little girl, I love'a you so
If I never hear your voice go
I just listen for the wind
When I found out, she was already miles away
Eighteen years, and eighteen wheels on that old highway
And in her letter that I recieved just yesterday
She said "Pray for me, papa, that we all don't just fade away"
You know she said "Pray for me, papa, that we all don't just fade away"
Oh, she said "Pray for me, papa, that we all don't just fade away"
Oh, you know she said "Pray for me, papa, that we all don't just fade away"