Columbia 15160-D <br /><br />Fiddle – Posey Rorer <br /><br />Guitar – Roy Harvey <br /><br />Vocals, Banjo – Charlie Poole <br /><br />September 20, 1926 <br /><br />Charlie Poole and his band (the North Carolina Ramblers) were from the cotton-mill town of Spray (now combined with Leaksville and Draper to form the town of Eden) on the North Carolina/Virginia border south of another cotton-mill town, Danville, that was the site of the wreck of the old 97. <br /><br />Charlie worked in the mills when he was very young. <br /><br />Charlie learned the traditional music around him. <br /><br />As I went down to the old depot <br />To see the trains roll by, <br />I think I see my dear old girl <br />Hang her head and cry. <br /><br />The night was dark and stormy, <br />It surely looked like rain; <br />Not a friend in this whole wide world, <br />No one knew my name. <br /><br />Nobody knew my name, poor boy, <br />No one knew my name; <br />Not a friend in this whole wide world, <br />And no one knew my name. <br /><br />"Wait, Mister Judge, oh, wait, Mister Judge, <br />Wait a little while; <br />I think I saw my dear old girl, <br />She's walked for miles and miles." <br /><br />"Dear girl, have you brought me silver? <br />Dear girl, have you brought me gold? <br />Have you walked these long, long miles <br />To see me hanged upon a hangman's pole?" <br /><br />"Dear boy, I've brought you silver, <br />Dear boy, I've brought you gold; <br />I have not walked these long, long miles <br />To see you hanged upon a hangman's pole." <br /><br />She saved me from the scaffold, <br />She untied my hands; <br />Tears rolled down that poor girl's cheeks, <br />"I love that highwayman." <br />
