IN MY GIRLISH DAYS 

WRITER ERNEST LAWLARS



Late hours at night, trying to play my hand

Through my window, out stepped a man

I didn't know no better

Oh boys

In my girlish days

 My mama cried, papa did, too

Oh, daughter, look what a shame on you

I didn't know no better

Oh boys

In my girlish days

I flagged a train didn't have a dime

Trying to run away from that home of mine

I didn't know no better

Oh boys

In my girlish days

I hit the highway, caught me a truck

Nineteen and seventeen, when the winter was tough

I didn't know no better

Oh boys

In my girlish days

(spoken: Lord, play it for me now)

All of my playmates is not surprised,

I had to travel 'fore I got wise

I found out better

And I still got my girlish ways