Knoxville Girl (traditional) I met a little girl in Knoxville A town we all know so well And every Sunday evening Out to 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 I took her by her golden curls And I drug her 'round and 'round I threw her into the river That flows through this Knoxville town Go down, go down, you Knoxville girl With the dark and roving eyes Go down, go down, you Knoxville girl You’ll never be my bride Rolled and tumbled the whole night through As troubles were for me Like flames of hell around my bed And in my eyes to see  I'm here to waste my life away Down in this dirty old cell Because I murdered that Knoxville girl A girl I loved so well