Last night the willows stopped weeping

And everything sat hushed and still

And while my body lay sleeping

I dreamt of rebecca deville

Now I wonder if she was a real girl

Did she die when I woke

Well i'll sleep straight through to tomorrow

And look for her till I go broke



I found myself by the highway

That i ride in all my dreams

I met her while i was hitchhiking

From england to new orleans

She rode shotgun but stayed facing me

And I laid down in the back

I fell in love somewhere near illinois

And she said she loved me right back

Anybody

Has anybody seen my little girl around

I last saw her in new orleans

I can't find her now

I stepped into the nearest twilight bar

To ask if anyone knew