TIM ARMSTRONG LYRICS

"Little Sadie"

Went out one night, gonna make a little round
Met a little Sadie and I shot her down
Went back home and I got into bed
.44 pistol under my head

Wake up next morning 'bout half past 9
Hacks and the buggies are standing in line
And the gents and the gamblers standing around
Take little Sadie to a burial ground

Than I begun to think about a deed I done
Grab my hat and away I run
Made a good run just a little to slow
Overtook me in Jericho

Well I was standing on a corner just a ringing a bell
And up stepped the sheriff from Thomasville
Said young man ain't your name brown
Remember the night you shot Sadie down

I say yes sir, my name is Lee
Murdered little Sadie in the first degree
In the first degree and the second degree
You got any papers won't you read 'em to me

Well they took me down and than dressed me in black
And they put me in a train and they started me back
And they crammed me back in that Thomasville jail
Have no money can't make no bail

The judge and jury, they took the stand
Judge had the papers in his right hand
41 days, 41 nights
41 years to wear ball and stripes

Thanks to Brelha for these lyrics

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