Phyllis Ruth

The chill of Coffeeville, she's in those hills still Kindness of her face so white The chill of Coffeeville, Lord, pray it be Your will That she dwell in Your house tonight As one with spirit, yes, she goes where it goes What my little girl sees from the sill, nobody knows As one with spirit, yeah, she goes where it leads Oh, boy, that's where my little girl feeds Should I do, do like you, look long with swing eyes Never talk about it, Phyllis Ruth Yeah, I should do as you would Walk right up to, to that box of wood Yeah, step up girl Yeah, gimme your hand Yeah, Phyllis Ruth How far is heaven, I'll go tonight Be a man about it, boy, an' hold you tight How far is heaven, I'll go tonight Be a man about it, boy, an' hold you tight, yeah Gimme your hand Oh, Phyllis Ruth [Incomprehensible]