Went out last night to make a little round
I met Little Sadie and I blowed her down
Went back home, I jumped into bed
Forty-four smokeless under my head
Woke up next morning, quarter past nine
The hacks and the buggies all standin' in line
Gents and the gamblers standin' around
Taking Little Saddie to the burying ground
Well I got to thinking on the deed I'd done
I grabbed my hat and away I run
Made a good run, but a little too slow
They overtook me in Jericho
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 blowed Sadie down
Well I said yes sir my name is Lee
I murdered Little Sadie in the first degree
First degree, and the second degree
Got any papers, better read them to me
Well they took me downtown dressed in black
Put me on the train, they carried me back
Throwed me back in that county jail
Had nobody for to go my 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 the ball and stripes
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