Little Sadie

Went out last night, I think I made a round
I met little Sadie and I shot her down
Went back home and I got into bed
Forty-four pistol under my head

Woke up this morning 'bout half past nine
The hacks and the boogies all standing in line
The gents and gamblers all standing around
Taking little Sadie to her burial ground

When I began to think of what I did, I done
I grabbed my hat and away I run
I made a good run, just a little too slow
They overtook me in Jericho

I was standing on the corner, a-waiting a bill
When up stepped the sheriff from Thomasville
He said "Young lady, ain't your name Brown?"
Remembered and I just shot Sadie down

They took me downtown and they dressed me in black
They put me on a train and they started me back
Put away back to that Thomasville jail
I had no money to go my bail

The judge and the jury all took their stand
The judge had the papers in his right hand
Forty-one days and forty-one nights
Forty-one years to wait a ball and a strike
To wait a ball and a strike