Lyrics:

Went out one night for to make a little round
I met my Little Sadie and I shot her down
Went back home, and I got in my bed
Fourty-four pistol under my head
Wake up the next morning about half past nine
The hacks and the buggies all standing in line
Gents and the gamblers all standing around
Taking Little Sadie to her burying ground
Then I begin to think what a deed I done
I grabbed my hat and away I run
I made a good run, but a little too slow
They overtook me in Jericho
I was standing on the corner reading the bill
When up stepped the sheriff from Thomasville
He says, 'Young man, ain't your name Brown?
Remember the night you shot Sadie down?'
I says, 'Yes, Sir, my name is Lee
I murdered little Sadie in the first degree
In the first degree and second degree
If you got any papers, won't you read 'em to me?'
They took me downtown and dressed me in black
They put me on the train, and they started me back
They crammed me back in that Thomasville jail
And I had no money for to go my bail

That judge and jury, they took their stand
The judge had the papers in his right hand
Forty-one days and forty-one nights
Forty-one years to wear the ball and the stripes