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Went out one night for to make a little round |
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I met little Sadie and I shot her down |
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Went back home and I got in my bed |
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Forty four pistol under my head |
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Wake up next morning 'bout a half past nine |
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The hacks and the buggies all standing in line |
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Gents and the gamblers standing all round |
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Taking little Sadie to her burying ground |
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Then I begin to think what a deed I'd done |
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I grabbed my hat and away I run |
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Made a good run but a little too slow |
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They overtook me in Jericho |
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I was standing on the corner, reading the bill |
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When up stepped the sheriff from Thomasville |
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He said, young man, ain't your name Brown? |
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Remember the night you shot Sadie down? |
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I said, yes, sir, my name is Lee |
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I murdered little Sadie in the first degree |
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And first degree and the second degree |
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If you got any papers, won't you read 'em to me? |
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They took me downtown and dressed me in black |
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Put me on the train and started me back |
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They crammed me back in that Thomasville jail |
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And I had no money for to go my bail |
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That judge and the jury, they took their stand |
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The judge had the papers in his right hand |
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Forty one days and forty one nights |
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Forty one years to wear the ball and the stripes |
