Last night the willows stopped weeping   And everything sat hushed and still   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 hitch-hiking   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   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   The whereabouts of my Rebecca Deville   The bartender said that he knew      He said that just a few weeks ago   She hitched a ride out west   With a man who said he'd show her the big time   Said, he would show her the best      But he stopped the car, two miles down the road   And he put a gun to her head   Raped her of all that she ever had   Rebecca was found, she was dead      Anybody, has anybody seen my little girl around   I last saw her in New Orleans   I can't find her now      Anybody, has anybody seen my little girl around   I last saw her in New Orleans   I can't find her now      No, it doesn't even begin   To describe the shape that I am in   But you can dream in both directions   Bring the past back again      So maybe, I can find her   Before Heaven goes and hides her   Hopin' to keep her from going away      Well, I saw her again   It was a Sunday evenin'   She had flagged a ride   It was a Lincoln Continental      She was on the passenger side   She had a hold of the handle   I said, Rebecca, don't go, he's not what he seems   I said, Rebecca, don't go, he's not what he seems      Take my word, darling, and drop out of this dream   She said, he's going to the big city   And I'm going too   You know how that is with me      I said, stop, don't you get in the car   Don't you get in the car   'Cause I won't be coming back, if you get in the back      Don't you get in the car   Don't you get in the car   'Cause I won't be coming back, if you get in the back   My sweetheart, my sweetheart      I will just stay away   Six years or maybe eight   Till I lose your memory   And all that you've meant to me      'Cause I can't stand to see this   I can't stand to see this   I can't stand to see this      She got inside   And waved goodbye   I watched the tail lights   They danced like candle light and then, they went out      Goodbye, my sweetheart   Goodbye, my sweetheart      Anybody, has anybody seen my little girl around?   I last saw her in New Orleans   I can't find her now