Sister Jeanie came from OklahomanShe left when they tried to stone hernHer mother, she tried to disown hernShe said she'd always been a lonernnWell the other day she wrote me a letternIn which she asked me, please, to never forget hernShe said if things get any betternShe'll be dead by late SeptembernnWhen I found out, she was already miles awaynEighteen years, and eighteen wheels on that old highwaynAnd in her letter that I received just yesterdaynShe said Pray for me, papa, that we all don't just fade awaynnI remember the day we got talkingnShe had a brother uptown, I had called himnShe picked up the phone, said Come on overnI'm a coffee girl and ??? in Harlemnn(Spoken) Well, that's exactly what she saidnSo I reached into my pocket for a tokennAnd went and caught that trainnnWhen I found out, she was already miles awaynEighteen years, and eighteen wheels on that old highwaynAnd in her letter that I received just yesterdaynShe said Pray for me, papa, that we all don't just fade awaynnLittle sister, just so you knownLittle girl, I love's you sonIf I never hear your voice gonI just listen for the windnnWhen I found out, she was already miles awaynEighteen years, and eighteen wheels on that old highwaynAnd in her letter that I received just yesterdaynShe said Pray for me, papa, that we all don't just fade awaynnYou know she said Pray for me, papa, that we all don't just fade awaynOh, she said Pray for me, papa, that we all don't just fade awaynOh, you know she said Pray for me, papa, that we all don't just fade away