Little Pink

Hey little pink
What do you think
You’re a long time making up your mind
I used to think
You were the prettiest little thing
Ever the sun shone on
You can’t find love in a band of gold
His eyes be blue or brown
Til he’s at the top of the gallows
Crying baby come get me down
I never will marry
No logging man
Or a man who drives a four horse team
I’d rather marry
A railroad man
Who drives his wheels by steam
15 cents
Is all the money that I got
A dollar is all I crave
15 cents
And some good ol morphine
To carry me to my grave