Rachel Harrington
little pink
Hey little pink
What do you think
Youâre a long time making up your mind
I used to think
You were the prettiest little thing
Ever the sun shone on
You canât find love in a band of gold
His eyes be blue or brown
Til heâs at the top of the gallows
Crying baby come get me down
I never will marry
No logging man
Or a man who drives a four horse team
Iâd rather marry
A railroad man
who drives his wheels by steam
15 cents
is all the money that I got
a dollar is all I crave
15 cents
and some good ol morphine
to carry me to my grave