[Verse 1]
I met a little girl in Knoxville, a town we all know well
And every Sunday evening, out in 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
[Verse 2]
She fell down on her bended knees for mercy she did cry
"Oh Willie dear, don't kill me here, I'm unprepared to die"
She never spoke another word, I only beat her more
Until the ground around me within her blood did flow
[Verse 3]
I took her by her golden curls and I drug her round and around
Throwing her into the river that flows through Knoxville town
Go down, go down, you Knoxville girl with the dark and rolling eye
Go down, go down, you Knoxville girl, you can never be my bride
[Verse 4]
I started back to Knoxville, got there about midnight
My mother, she was worried and woke up in a fright
Saying, "Dear son, what have you done to bloody your clothes so?"
I told my anxious mother I was bleeding at my nose
[Verse 5]
I called for me a candle to light myself to bed
I called for me a handkerchief to bind my aching head
Rolled and tumbled the whole night through as troubles was for me
Like flames of hell around my bed and in my eyes could see
I met a little girl in Knoxville, a town we all know well
And every Sunday evening, out in 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
[Verse 2]
She fell down on her bended knees for mercy she did cry
"Oh Willie dear, don't kill me here, I'm unprepared to die"
She never spoke another word, I only beat her more
Until the ground around me within her blood did flow
[Verse 3]
I took her by her golden curls and I drug her round and around
Throwing her into the river that flows through Knoxville town
Go down, go down, you Knoxville girl with the dark and rolling eye
Go down, go down, you Knoxville girl, you can never be my bride
[Verse 4]
I started back to Knoxville, got there about midnight
My mother, she was worried and woke up in a fright
Saying, "Dear son, what have you done to bloody your clothes so?"
I told my anxious mother I was bleeding at my nose
[Verse 5]
I called for me a candle to light myself to bed
I called for me a handkerchief to bind my aching head
Rolled and tumbled the whole night through as troubles was for me
Like flames of hell around my bed and in my eyes could see
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