For God know me one
Of them poor girls be
Home the setting sun
Far from new orleans.

Born to town of pines
Falls of winters to be
While world did mind
Worth to have to hear.

Of songs be in hearts
Travel across country
American dream now
Train of brave be free.

South in north be one
Share in soul of fields
Define fathers a given
As sons have to keep.

God to call me of one
As poor them girls be
Home the setting sun
Far from new orleans