A Short Life Of Trouble

A short life of trouble, little girl
A few more words, then part
A short life of trouble, little girl
For a boy with a broken heart
Remember that promise you made to me
Standing in the ballroom door
You promised me that you’d marry me
And you would roam no more
A short life of trouble, little girl
A few more words, then part
Short life of trouble, little girl
For a boy with a broken heart
I hear that train a-comin'
I hear that whistle blow
I’d rather be dead and in my grave
Than to see my darling go
A short life of trouble, little girl
A few more words, then part
Short life of trouble, little girl
For a boy with a broken heart
Sitting alone, talking with you
Gazing into your eyes
I’d give all this world and half of my life
If you were only my bride
A short life of trouble, little girl
A few more words, then part
A short life of trouble, little girl
For a boy with a broken heart