Song | Little Sadie |
Artist | Doc Watson |
Album | The Definitive Doc Watson |
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Went out one night for to make a little round, | |
I met little Sadie and I shot her down, | |
Went back home and I got in my bed, | |
Forty-four smokeless under my head. | |
Waked up the morning 'bout a half past nine, | |
The hacks and the buggies all standing in line, | |
The gents and the gamblers standing all round, | |
Taking little Sadie to her burying ground. | |
I begin to think what a deed I'd done, | |
I grabbed my hat and away I run. | |
Made a good run but a little too slow, | |
They overtook me in Jericho. | |
I's standing on the corner, reading the bill | |
When up stepped the sheriff from Thomasville | |
And he said, "Young man, ain't your name Brown? | |
Remember that night you shot Sadie down?" | |
I said, "Yes, sir, my name is Lee, | |
And I murdered little Sadie in the first degree. | |
First degree and the second degree, | |
If you got any papers, won't you read 'em to me?" | |
They took me downtown, dressed me in black, | |
To put me on the train and started me back, | |
Cram me back in that Thomasville jail, | |
And I had no money for to go my bail. | |
The judge and the jury, they took their stand, | |
The judge had the papers in his right hand, | |
Forty-one days and forty-one nights, | |
Forty-one years to wear the ball and the stripes. |
Went out one night for to make a little round, | |
I met little Sadie and I shot her down, | |
Went back home and I got in my bed, | |
Fortyfour smokeless under my head. | |
Waked up the morning bout a half past nine, | |
The hacks and the buggies all standing in line, | |
The gents and the gamblers standing all round, | |
Taking little Sadie to her burying ground. | |
I begin to think what a deed I d done, | |
I grabbed my hat and away I run. | |
Made a good run but a little too slow, | |
They overtook me in Jericho. | |
I s standing on the corner, reading the bill | |
When up stepped the sheriff from Thomasville | |
And he said, Young man, ain t your name Brown? | |
Remember that night you shot Sadie down? | |
I said, Yes, sir, my name is Lee, | |
And I murdered little Sadie in the first degree. | |
First degree and the second degree, | |
If you got any papers, won t you read em to me? | |
They took me downtown, dressed me in black, | |
To put me on the train and started me back, | |
Cram me back in that Thomasville jail, | |
And I had no money for to go my bail. | |
The judge and the jury, they took their stand, | |
The judge had the papers in his right hand, | |
Fortyone days and fortyone nights, | |
Fortyone years to wear the ball and the stripes. |
Went out one night for to make a little round, | |
I met little Sadie and I shot her down, | |
Went back home and I got in my bed, | |
Fortyfour smokeless under my head. | |
Waked up the morning bout a half past nine, | |
The hacks and the buggies all standing in line, | |
The gents and the gamblers standing all round, | |
Taking little Sadie to her burying ground. | |
I begin to think what a deed I d done, | |
I grabbed my hat and away I run. | |
Made a good run but a little too slow, | |
They overtook me in Jericho. | |
I s standing on the corner, reading the bill | |
When up stepped the sheriff from Thomasville | |
And he said, Young man, ain t your name Brown? | |
Remember that night you shot Sadie down? | |
I said, Yes, sir, my name is Lee, | |
And I murdered little Sadie in the first degree. | |
First degree and the second degree, | |
If you got any papers, won t you read em to me? | |
They took me downtown, dressed me in black, | |
To put me on the train and started me back, | |
Cram me back in that Thomasville jail, | |
And I had no money for to go my bail. | |
The judge and the jury, they took their stand, | |
The judge had the papers in his right hand, | |
Fortyone days and fortyone nights, | |
Fortyone years to wear the ball and the stripes. |