Late hours at night, trying to play my hand
Through my window, out stepped a man
I didn't know no better
Oh boys

In my girlish days
My mama cried, papa did, too
Oh, daughter, look what a shame on you
I didn't know no better

Oh boys
In my girlish days
I flagged a train, didn't have a dime
Trying to run away from that home of mine

I didn't know no better
Oh boys
In my girlish days
I hit the highway, caught me a truck

Nineteen and seventeen, when the winter was tough
I didn't know no better
Oh boys
In my girlish days

Lord, play it for me now
All of my playmates is not surprised,
I had to travel 'fore I got wise
I found out better
And I still got my girlish ways

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Writer(s): ERNEST LAWLER