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I met a little girl in Knoxville a town we all know well
And every Sunday evening out in her home I dwelled
I took her for an evening walk a bout 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 Willy dear don?t kill me here I?m unprepared to die"
She never spoke another word, I only beat her more
Until the ground around her with it her blood did flow
I took her by her golden curls and swung her round and round
I threw her in the river that flows through Knoxville town
Go there go there you Knoxville girl with the dark and roving eyes
Go there go there you Knoxville girl you can never be my bride
I started back to Knoxville got there about mid night
My mother dear was worried and woke up in a fright
She said oh son what have you done to bloody you clothes so
I told my ancient mother I?d been bleeding at my nose
I called for me a candle to light myself to bed
I called for me a hankerchief to bind my aching head
I rolled and tumbled the whole night through, not a wink that night did sleep
While the flames of hell around my bed with- in my eyes could see
They took me down to Knoxville they locked me in the cell
My friends all tried to get me out but none could go my bail
So now I?m wasting my life away down in this dirty old jail
Because I murdered that Knoxville girl the girl I loved so well