Late hours at night, trying to play my hand
Through my window, out stepped a man
I didn't know no better
Oh boy, in my girlish days
My mama cried, papa did too
Oh my daughter, look what a shame on you
I didn't know no better
Whoa boy, in my girlish days
I caught a train, I didn't have a dime
I had to run away from the home of mine
I didn't know no better
Whoa boy, in my girlish days
I hit the highway, I caught me a truck
1917, when the world was tough
I didn't know no better
Whoa boy, in my girlish days
Now all of my playmates are now surprised
I have to travel 'fore I got wise
Now I know better
And I still got, my girlish ways