I met a little girl in Knoxville down beyond the well And every Sunday evenin out in her home I dwelled We went to take an evenin walk about a mile from town I picked a stick up off the ground and knocked that fair girl down She fell down on her bended knees for mercy she did cry "Oh Willard dear don't kill me here Im unprepared to die "She never spoke another word, I only beat her more Until the ground around me with it her blood did flow I took her by her golden curls and I drug her round and round Throwing her into the river that flows through Knoxville town Go down go down you Knoxville girl with dark and rollin eyes Go down go down you Knoxville girl you can never be my bride I started back to Knoxville got there about midnight My mother she was worried and woke up in a fright Saying "Dear son what have you done to bloody your clothes so" I told my anxious mother I was bleeding at my nose I called for me a candle to light myself to bed I called for me a handkerchief to bind my aching head Rolled and tumbled the whole night through as troubles was for me Like flames of hell around my bed, and in my eyes could see They carried me down to Knoxville and put me in a cell My friends all tried to get me out but none could go my bail I'm here to waste my life away downb in this dirty all jail Because I murdered that Knoxville girl, the girl I loved so well!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
