Cursed Female
Posted by in Living at 1:02 a.m. on Nov. 02nd, 20039 Comments 0 Pings
jimmy say:
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 knocked that fair girl down
She fell down on her bended knees
For mercy she did cry
Oh Willie Dear don’t kill me here
I’m not prepared to die
She never spoke another word
I only beat her more
Until the ground around me
With her blood did flow
I took her by her golden curls
And dragged her round and round
Throwing her into the river
That flows through Knoxville Town
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 knocked that fair girl down
She fell down on her bended knees
For mercy she did cry
Oh Willie Dear don’t kill me here
I’m not prepared to die
She never spoke another word
I only beat her more
Until the ground around me
With her blood did flow
I took her by her golden curls
And dragged her round and round
Throwing her into the river
That flows through Knoxville Town