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I met a little girl from Knoxville a town we all know wellAnd every Sunday evenin? inside her home I dwelledWe went to take an evenin? stroll about a mile from townI picked a stick up off the ground and knocked that fair girl downShe fell down on her bended knees for mercy she did cry"Oh Willard dear don't kill me here I'm unprepared to die"She never spoke another word, I only beat her moreUntil the ground around me with it her blood did flowI grabbed her by her golden curls and drug her round and roundThrowing her into the river that runs through Knoxville townGo there go there you Knoxville girl with dark and rollin? eyesGo there go there you Knoxville girl you can never be my brideI went back home to Knoxville, it was around midnightMy Mother she was worried and woke up in a fright,Oh tell me son what have you done to bloody your clothes so,I told my anxious Mother, I was bleeding at my nose.I rolled and tumbled the whole night through, my dreams were livin? HellAnd then they came from Knoxville to carry me to jailI'm here to waste my life away down in this dirty old cellBecause I killed that Knoxville girl, that girl I loved so well From Letras Mania