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 pistol under my head
John come home all in a wonder, Rattled at the door just like thunder. "Who is that?" Mister Hendley cried, "It is my husband! You must hide!" She held
I walked down the hill about twelve a clock I sat right down on a great big rock I looked down the water en blessed my soul I seen a great big catfish
Way down in Columbus Georgia Lord I wish I was back in Tennessee Way down in that old Columbus Stockade My friends all have turned their back on me.
Georgie Buck is dead The last thing he said "Don't put no shortnin' in my bread." Georgie Buck is dead The last thing he said "Don
Honey, make me down a pallet on your floor Make me down a pallet on your floor Honey make it down, make it soft and low Then maybe my good gal she won
Oh, yonder stand Little Maggie With her dram glass in her hand She's a-drinkin' away all her troubles And a-courtin' some other man Lord, how can I ever
My parents raised me tenderly, They had no child but me. My mind being placed on rambling, With them I couldn't agree Just to leave my aged parents
I'm growing tired of the big city lights Tired of the glamor, tired of the size I'm alway dreaming of roaming once more Back to my home on the old river
For years and years I've rambled I drank my wine and gambled But then one day I thought I'd settle down I met a sweet little lady And she told me that
I've got the blues, those Nashville blues I've got the blues, those Nashville blues Ain't got no hat, ain't got no shoes The people here they treat me
There's more pretty girls than one More pretty girls then one Every old town that I rambled around And there's more pretty girls than one Mama talked
Oh, listen to my story, I'll tell you no lies, How John Lewis did murder poor little Omie Wise. He told her to meet him at Adams's Springs. He promised
I had a friend named Camble, eat, cheat and steal and gamble And I guess he tried most ever' thing low down He was out tomcattin' one night when he started
Step up, buddies and listen to my song I'll sing it to you right, but you might sing it wrong A song about a man they called Otto Wood I can't tell you
Shady Grove, my little love Shady Grove I say Shady Grove, my little love I'm bound to go away Cheeks as red as a blooming rose And eyes are the prettiest
Was all the summer and all the fall Just trying to find my little Lenore But now she's gone, I don't worry I'm sitting on top of the world Was in the
I'm a gonna leave here monday morning Oh, I'm a gonna leave here monday morning Oh, I'm a gonna leave here monday morning Oh, I never expect to see you