The Knoxville Girl

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, Willie, don’t kill me, I’m unprepared to die»
She never spoke another word, I only beat her more
Until the ground around me with her red blood did flow.
I took her by her golden curls, I drug her round and round
Throw her into the river that flows through Knoxville town
Go down, go down, you Knoxville girl with the dark and rolling eyes
Go down, go down, you Knoxville girl, you can never be my bride.
I started back to Knoxville, got there around midnight
My mother, she was worried and woke up in a fright
Saying «Dear son, what have you done to bloody you clothing so?»
And I told my anxious mother I was bleeding from my nose
I called for me a candle to light myself to bed
I called for me a handkerchief to bind my aching hand
I rolled and tumbled my 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 put me in a cell
My friends all tried to get me out, but none could go my bail
I’m here to waste my life away down in this dirty old jail
Because I murdered that Knoxville girl, the girl I love so well.