I met a little girl in Knoxville A town we all know well And every Sunday evening Out in her home I'd dwell
We went to take an evening 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 Willie Dear don't kill me here I'm not prepared to die
She never spoke another word I only beat her more Until the ground around me With her blood did flow
I took her by her golden curls And dragged her round and round Throwing her into the river That flows through Knoxville TownTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
