Knoxville Girl

I met a little girl in Knoxville

A town we all know well

And every Sunday evening

Out in her home I’d dwell

We went to take an evening walk

About 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 Willie Dear don’t kill me here

I’m not prepared to die

She never spoke another word

I only beat her more

Until the ground around me

With her blood did flow

I took her by her golden curls

And dragged her round and round

Throwing her into the river

That flows through Knoxville Town