Under my bed, you can set your little satchel And on my head come lay your little hand If you will be my own true lover I will be your loving little man
Run to the house and ask your papa Bride of mine you’ll ever be If he says no, come back and tell me And I will wait for you to be free
When you get free then we’ll get married Look how happy we will be Oh we’ll go to California Any place you want to go Oh we’ll go to Louisiana Settle down when we get home
I wish I was a little angel And over these prison walls I would fly I’d fly on back to the arms of my darlin’ Stay at home and there I would die
But you can see that I’m no little angel Neither have my wings to fly So I’ll go back all broken hearted Weep and moan until I dieTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
