Tar-heel boy sings a song

Bout a girl who ain't comin' home 

By n by, by n by

She worked too long in the mill

She's gone to those rolling hills in the sky

We're barely off Mama's milk

And we're locked in here weavin' silk

We can't buy, we can't buy

While you been off in Oregon

I been drinkin' here all alone 

All night long, all day long

They shot a nine-year-old boy

For a hundred dollars