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small pets in the middle of the night for no reason:

I met a liitle 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

She fell down on her bended knees, for mercy she did cry “Oh Willy 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

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 eyes Go down, go down, you Knoxville girl, you can never be my bride

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

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

They carried me down to Knoxville and put me in a cell My friends all tried to get me out but none could go my bail I’m here to waste my life away down in this dirty old jail Because I murdered that Knoxville girl, the girl I loved so well

To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn’t have too much to say, No one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slip The stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip, Big iron on his hip

It was early in the morning when he rode into the town He came riding from the south side, slowly lookin’ all around “He’s an outlaw loose and runnin’”, came a whisper from each lip “And he’s here to do some business with a big iron on his hip, Big iron on his hip

"In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Texas Red Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead He was vicious and a killer, though a youth of twenty four And the notches on his pistol numbered one and nineteen more, One and nineteen more

Now the stranger started talkin’ made it plain to folks around Was an Arizonia ranger, wouldn’t be too long in town He was here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead And he said it didn’t matter that he was after Texas Red, After Texas Red

Wasn’t long before this story was relayed to Texas Red But the outlaw didn’t worry, men who tried before were dead Twenty men had tried to take him, twenty men had made a slip, Twenty one would be the ranger with the big iron on his hip, Big iron on his hip

Now the morning passed so quickly and it was time for them to meet It was twenty past eleven when they rode out in the street Folks were watchin’ from their windows, Every body held their breath, They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death, About to meet his death

There was twenty feet between them When they stopped to make their play And the swiftness of the Ranger still talked about today Texas Red had not cleared leather when a bullet fairly ripped And the ranger’s aim was deadly, with the big iron on his hip, Big iron on his hip

It was over in a moment and the crowd all gathered ‘round There before them lay the body of the outlaw on the ground Oh, he might have went on livin’ but he made one fatal slip When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip, Big iron on his hip

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Bites The Dust! now this entire post will be reversed!