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 smokeless under my head.
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Waked up the morning 'bout a half past nine,
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The hacks and the buggies all standing in line,
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The gents and the gamblers standing all round,
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Taking little Sadie to her burying ground.
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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's standing on the corner, reading the bill
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When up stepped the sheriff from Thomasville
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And he said, "Young man, ain't your name Brown?
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Remember that night you shot Sadie down?"
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I said, "Yes, sir, my name is Lee,
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And I murdered little Sadie in the first degree.
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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, dressed me in black,
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To put me on the train and started me back,
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Cram me back in that Thomasville jail,
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And I had no money for to go my bail.
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The 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.
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Little Sadie
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Doc Watson |