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










