Knoxville Girl
Tragedy in Knoxville: A Dark Tale of Love and Betrayal
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I met a liitle girl in Knoxville, a town we all know well,
I encountered a young girl in Knoxville, a familiar town to all.
And every Sunday evening, out in her home I'd dwell,
Regularly, every Sunday evening, I visited her at her home.
We went to take an evening walk about a mile from town,
We took a stroll about a mile from town.
I picked a stick up off the ground and knocked that fair girl down.
I found a stick on the ground and used it to strike the girl.
She fell down on her bended knees for mercy she did cry,
She fell to her knees, pleading for mercy.
Oh Willy dear don't kill me here, I'm unprepared to die,
She begged not to be killed, expressing unreadiness for death.
She never spoke another word, I only beat her more,
She didn't speak again, and I continued to beat her.
Until the ground around me within her blood did flow.
I continued the assault until the ground was stained with her blood.
I took her by her golden curls and I drug her round and around,
I grabbed her by her golden curls and dragged her around.
Throwing her into the river that flows through Knoxville town,
I threw her into the river that runs through Knoxville town.
Go down, go down, you Knoxville girl with the dark and rolling eyes,
Go down, go down, Knoxville girl with dark, rolling eyes.
Go down, go down, you Knoxville girl, you can never be my bride.
Go down, go down, Knoxville girl, you can never be my bride.
I started back to Knoxville, got there about midnight,
I returned to Knoxville around midnight.
My Mother she was worried and woke up in a fright,
My worried mother woke up, alarmed by my bloodied clothes.
Saying "Dear son, what have you done to bloody your clothes so?"
She inquired about my actions causing the bloodstains.
I told my anxious Mother, I was bleeding at my nose.
I falsely claimed a nosebleed to ease my mother's anxiety.
I called for me a candle to light myself to bed,
I requested a candle to light my way to bed.
I called for me a handkerchief to bind my aching head,
I asked for a handkerchief to tend to my aching head.
Rolled and tumbled the whole night through, as troubles was for me,
I tossed and turned all night, troubled by my actions.
Like flames of hell around my bed and in my eyes could see.
My bed seemed surrounded by the torments of hell.
They carried me down to Knoxville and put me in a cell,
I was taken to Knoxville, confined in a cell.
My friends all tried to get me out but none could go my bail,
My friends attempted to secure my release, but none could post bail.
I'm here to waste my life away down in this dirty old jail,
I am here, wasting away in this dirty jail.
Because I murdered that Knoxville girl, the girl I loved so well.
Because I murdered the Knoxville girl I once loved deeply.
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