Little Sadie

I went out one night for to make a little round,
I met little Sadie and I shot her down.
Went back home, got into bed,
A forty-four pistol under my head.

I woke up the next morning about half past nine,
The hacks and the buggies all standing in line.
And then some gamblers standiní around,
Carried little Sadie to her buryiní ground.

Well I begun to think of what a deed Iíd done,
I grabbed my hat and away I run.
I made a good run but a little too slow,
They overtook me in Jericho.

I was standiní on the corner a readiní the bill,
When up stepped the sheriff from Thomasville.
He said young man ainít your name Brown,
Remember the night you shot Sadie down.

Well I said no sir but my name is Lee,
And I shot little Sadie in the first degree.
First degree, second degree,
If you got any papers wonít you read them to me.

They took me down town, dressed me in black,
And they put me on a train and started me back.
All the way back to that Thomasville jail,
And I had no money for to go my bail.

Well the judge and the jury took their stand,
The judge had the papers in his right hand.
Forty-one days, forty-one nights,
Forty-one years to wear the ball and stripes.

Submitted by Angela M. Ruley

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