There's a girl from Ohio.
She's only searchin' for true love,
but her hands are tied
to the whipping post
in the town square
where she grew up.
And there's a boy
who lives next to her.
He walks past her nearly every day.
But he thinks that she's
lost her little mind,
so he just turns from her
and walks away.
Her father is a minister,
and her mother is a ghost now.
She never learned to say hello,
but she prob'ly wouldn't anyhow.
Well, there's a girl from Ohio.
She's only searchin' for true love,
but her hands are tied
to the whipping post
in the town square
where she grew up.
Now her tears mix
with the raindrops
fallin' on top of her.
Her heart's caving
like a cabin roof,
and you know
there's no saving her.
And you can hear her
moaning in the night
if you bend your ear
to her, hear her yell.
And even though you
don't know her name,
you know her story
all too well.
And there's a girl from Ohio.
She's only searchin' for true love,
but her hands are tied
to the whipping post
in the town square
where she grew up.
