The Lemonheads Follow

I met a little girl in Knoxville, a town we all know well
And every Sunday evening out in her home I'd dwell
We went to take an evening walk, about a mile from town
I picked a stick up off the ground and beat that fair girl down

She fell down on her bended knees, for mercy she did cry
"Oh Willy dear don't kill me here I'm unprepared to die"
She never spoke another word, I only beat her more
Until the ground around us with all her blood did pour

I took her by her golden curls and drug her 'round and 'round
Throwing her into the river that flows through Knoxville town
Go down go down you Knoxville girl with the dark and rolling eye
Go down, go down you Knoxville girl, you can never be my bride

My mother she was worried and woke up in a fright
Saying,"Dear son what have you done to bloody your clothes"
So I told my anxious mother, "I was bleeding out my nose"

I called for me a candle to light myself to bed
I called for me a handkerchief to bind me aching head
Rolled and tumbled the whole night through as troubles was for me
Like flames of hell around my bed and in my eyes could see

They carried me down to Knoxville and they put me in a cell
My friends all tried to get me out but none could go my bail
I'm here to waste me life away down in this dirty old jail
Because I murdered that Knoxville girl, the girl I loved so well

I met a little girl in Knoxville, a town we all know well
And every Sunday evening out in her home I'd dwell
We went to take an evening walk, about a mile from town