Lyrics Little Sadie - Tim Timebomb

Little Sadie

Went out one night gonna make a little round
Met Little Sadie and I shot her down
Went back home, and I got her in the bed
Forty-four pistol under my head
Wake up next morning, about half past nine
The hacks and the buggies all standin' in line
Gents and the gamblers standin' around
Taking Little Saddie to the burial ground
Then Im uh gonna thinka bouta deed I’d done
I grabbed my hat and then away I run
Made a good run, just a little too slow
They overtook me in Jericho
Well I was standing on the corner just reading the bill
Up come the sheriff from Thomasville
Said young man ain’t your name Brown
Remember the night you shot Sadie down
I said yes sir my name is Lee
I murdered Little Sadie in the first degree
In First degree, And the second degree
Ya Got any papers, wont ya read them to me
Well they took me down and they dressed me in black
and they Put me on the train, and they strated me back
and they grabbed me back in that thomasville jail
Had no money cant make no bail
Well the judge and jury they took their stand
The judge had the papers in his right hand
Forty-one days, forty-one nights
Forty-one years to wear ball and stripes