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Little Sadie

 

Traditional

Tommy Jarrell

 

I was out a making my rounds

I met little Sadie and I shot her down.

Shot her down. shot her down.

I met little Sadie and I shot her down

 

Went on home, went to bed,

Forty-four special under my head.

Under my head, under my head

Forty-four special under my head.

 

Got up next morning about half past nine,

The hacks and the hurse begin to form a line

Porters and the gamblers all crowded around

To carry little sadie to the burying ground

 

Was a little slow

Making my gold

Sheriff over take me in Jericho

Jericho, Jericho

Sheriff over take me in Jericho

 

Standing on the corner didnít mean any harm

Police come up and got bys the arm

Got bys the arm got bys the arm

Police come up and got bys the arm

 

Say young man, is your name brown

Youse the man shot Sadie down

Shot her down. shot her down.

Shot little Sadie, shot her down

 

Yes sir yes sir my names Lee

And I shot little Sadie in the first degree

first degree, first degree

And I shot little Sadie in the first degree

 

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