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Lyrics for In Search of Little Sadie by Bob Dylan:
| | | Artist: | Bob Dylan |
| | Album: | Self Portrait | | Track: | In Search of Little Sadie | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 147 | | | | Lyrics: | by Bob Dylan
Went out last night to take a little round.
I met my little Sadie and I
brought her down.
I ran right home and I went to bed
With a forty-four smokeless under my
head.
I began to think what a deed I'd done.
I grabbed my hat and I began to
run.
I made a god run but I ran too slow;
They overtook me down in
Jericho
Standing on a corner a ringin' my bell,
Up stepped the sheriff from
Thomasville.
He said 'Young man is you name Brown?
Remember you blowed Sadie
down."
"Oh yes sir, my name is Lee.
I murdered little Sadie in the first
degree.
First degree and second degree.
If you've got any papers will you serve them to
me?"
Well they took me down town and they dressed me in black,
They put me on a
train and they sent me back.
I had no one to go my bail;
They crammed me back into the
county jail.
Oh, yes they did.
The judge and the jury they took their
stand.
The judge had the papers in his right hand.
Forty-one days, forty-one
nights;
Forty-one years to wear the ball and the stripes;
Oh, no!
Went out last
night to take a little round.
I met little Sadie and I blowed her down.
I ran right home
and I went to bed,
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