Lyrics:
by Townes Van ZandtThe name she gave was Carolinedaughter of a minerher ways were freeit seemed to methat sunshine walked beside herShe came from Spenceracross the hillshe said her pa had sent her'cause the coal was lowand soon the snowwould turn the skies to winterShe said she'd cometo look for workshe was not seeking favorsand for a dime a dayand a place to stayshe'd turn those hands to laborBut the times were hard, Lord,the jobs were fewall through Tecumseh valleybut she asked aroundand a job she foundtending bar at Gypsy Sally'sShe saved enough to get back homewhen spring replaced the winterbut her dreams were deniedher pa had diedthe word come down from SpencerSo she turned to whorin' out on the streetswith all the lust inside herand it was many a manreturned againto lay himself beside herThey found her down beneath the stairsthat led to Gypsy Sally'sin her hand when she diedwas a note that criedfare thee well... Tecumseh valleyThe name she gave was Carolinedaughter of a minerher ways were freeit seemed to methat sunshine walked beside her