Letra de Phyllis Ruth
The chill of coffeeville She's in those hills still Kindness of her face so whiteThe chill of coffeeville Lord pray it be your will That she dwell in your house tonightAs one with spirit yes She goes where it goes What my little girl sees from the sill Nobody knowsAs one with spirit yeh She goes where it leads O boy - that's where my little girl feedsShould I do - do like you Look long with swing eyes An never talk about it Phyllis RuthYeah I should - do as you would Walk right up to that box of wood Step up girlHow far is heaven I'll go tonight - be a man about it Boy an hold you tight