Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

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Capo 3rd fret

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I met a little girl in Knoxville
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A town we all know well
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And every Sunday evening
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Out in her home I'd dwell
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We went to take an evening walk
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About a mile from town
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I picked a stick up off the ground
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And knocked that fair girl down

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She fell down on her bended knee
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For mercy she did cry
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"Oh Willy dear, don't kill me here,
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I'm unprepared to die."
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She never spoke another word,
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I only beat her more.
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Until the ground around me,
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With all her blood did pour.

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I took her by her golden curls
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And drug her round and round,
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Throwing her into the river
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That flows through Knoxville town
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Go down, go down you Knoxville girl
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With the dark and roving eyes
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Go down, go down you Knoxville girl,
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You can never be my bride

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I started back to Knoxville,
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Got there about midnight.
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My mother she was worried
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And woke up in a fright.
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Saying, "dear son what have you done
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To bloody your clothes so?"
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I told my anxious mother
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I was bleeding at my nose

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I called for me a candle
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To light myself to bed
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I called for me a hankercheif
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To bind my aching head
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Rolled and tumbled the whole night through
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As troubles was for me
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Like flames of Hell around my bed
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And in my eyes could see

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They carried me down to Knoxville
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And put me in a cell
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My friends all tried to get me out
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But none could go my bail
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I'm here to waste my life away
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Down in this dirty old jail.
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Because I murdered that Knoxville girl,
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The girl I loved so... Well...