Текст песни Little Sadie - Live - Doc Watson
Went
out
one
night
for
to
make
a
little
round,
I
met
little
Sadie
and
I
shot
her
down,
Went
back
home
and
I
got
in
my
bed,
Forty-four
smokeless
under
my
head.
Waked
up
the
morning
'bout
a
half
past
nine,
The
hacks
and
the
buggies
all
standing
in
line,
The
gents
and
the
gamblers
standing
all
round,
Taking
little
Sadie
to
her
burying
ground.
I
begin
to
think
what
a
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's
standing
on
the
corner,
reading
the
bill
When
up
stepped
the
sheriff
from
Thomasville
And
he
said,
"Young
man,
ain't
your
name
Brown?
Remember
that
night
you
shot
Sadie
down?"
I
said,
"Yes,
sir,
my
name
is
Lee,
And
I
murdered
little
Sadie
in
the
first
degree.
First
degree
and
the
second
degree,
If
you
got
any
papers,
won't
you
read
'em
to
me?"
They
took
me
downtown,
dressed
me
in
black,
To
put
me
on
the
train
and
started
me
back,
Cram
me
back
in
that
Thomasville
jail,
And
I
had
no
money
for
to
go
my
bail.
The
judge
and
the
jury,
they
took
their
stand,
The
judge
had
the
papers
in
his
right
hand,
Forty-one
days
and
forty-one
nights,
Forty-one
years
to
wear
the
ball
and
the
stripes.
1 Little Sadie - Live
2 Blue Smoke
3 St. Louis Blues
4 John Herald Introduction
5 Sing Song Kitty (Live)
6 The House Carpenter
7 Liberty
8 The Old Wooden Rocker
9 Milk Cow Blues
10 Tragic Romance
11 The Dream of the Miner's Child (Live)
12 The Wagoner's Lad
13 Cannonball Rag
14 The Lone Pilgrim
15 The Roving Gambler
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