LITTLE GIRL (William Elliott and Robert J. Purvis)

Little girl, we gotta talk some

You can't come on the road with me

Little girl, we gotta walk some

This is a two-man band, no room for three


You were always happy and you made me happy too

'Til that first-class letter came one day

Saying there's a tour and I'll be gone about a month

And you wanna come along, yeah, and you know that it's all wrong


Little girl, I don't mean to hurt you

You know I never want to break your heart

Little girl, how I'm gonna miss you

And these four weeks will drag while we're apart


If I could take you with me, well, believe me girl, I would

But right now, I just can't afford that life

The backstreet clubs I play in wouldn't turn you on one bit

And you'd only end up crying, and you wanna come back home

Come back home


Little girl


Little girl


If I could take you with me, well, believe me girl, I would

But right now, I just can't afford that life

The backstreet clubs I play in wouldn't turn you on one bit

And you'd only end up crying, and you wanna come back home


Little girl, we gotta talk some

You can't come on the road with me

Little girl, we gotta walk some

This is a two-man band, no room for three


Little girl

Little girl


©1977 Ganga Publishing B.V.

lyrics transcribed by Tom Brennan, corrections thanks to Bob Purvis