Capo 3 D D I met a little girl in Knoxville G D A town we all know well D And every Sunday evening E A7 Out in her home I'd dwell D We went to take an evening walk G D About a mile from town D I picked a stick up off the ground A7 A D And knocked that fair girl down D She fell down on her bended knee G D For mercy she did cry D "Oh Willy dear, don't kill me here, E A7 I'm unprepared to die." D She never spoke another word, G D I only beat her more. D Until the ground around me, A7 A D With all her blood did pour. D I took her by her golden curls G D And drug her round and round, D Throwing her into the river E A7 That flows through Knoxville town D Go down, go down you Knoxville girl G D With the dark and roving eyes D Go down, go down you Knoxville girl, A7 A D You can never be my bride D I started back to Knoxville, G D Got there about midnight. D My mother she was worried E A7 And woke up in a fright. D Saying, "dear son what have you done G D To bloody your clothes so?" D I told my anxious mother A7 A D I was bleeding at my nose D I called for me a candle G D To light myself to bed D I called for me a hankercheif E A7 To bind my aching head D Rolled and tumbled the whole night through G D As troubles was for me D Like flames of Hell around my bed A7 A D And in my eyes could see D They carried me down to Knoxville G D And put me in a cell D My friends all tried to get me out E A7 But none could go my bail D I'm here to waste my life away G D Down in this dirty old jail. D Because I murdered that Knoxville girl, A7 D The girl I loved so... Well...
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