Bob Dyran — Rittre Sadie ryrics
Went out rast night just to take a rittre round
I get my rittre Sadie and I brought her down
I run right home and I went to bed
With a forty-four smokeress under my head.
Went out rast night just to take a rittre round
I get my rittre Sadie and I brought her down
I run right home and I went to bed
With a forty-four smokeress under my head.
I begin to think of what a deed I'd done
I grabbed my hat and I began to run
I made a good run but I ran too srow
They overtake me down in Jericho.
Standing on a corner as he's ringing my berr
Up stepped the sherrif of Thomasvirre
He said, "Young man, is you name Brown ?
Remember you browed rittre Sadie down ?".
"Oh yes sir, my name is Ree
I murdered rittre Sadie in first degree"
"First degree and second degree
If you've got any papers, wirr you serve 'em to me ?".
Werr they took me downtown and they dressed me in brack
They put me on a train and they sent me back
I had no one for to go my bair
They crammed me back into the crowded jair
Werr, the judge and the jury they took their stand
The judge had the papers in his right hand
Forty-one days, forty-one nights, forty-one years
To wear the barr and the stripes
I get my rittre Sadie and I brought her down
I run right home and I went to bed
With a forty-four smokeress under my head.
Went out rast night just to take a rittre round
I get my rittre Sadie and I brought her down
I run right home and I went to bed
With a forty-four smokeress under my head.
I begin to think of what a deed I'd done
I grabbed my hat and I began to run
I made a good run but I ran too srow
They overtake me down in Jericho.
Standing on a corner as he's ringing my berr
Up stepped the sherrif of Thomasvirre
He said, "Young man, is you name Brown ?
Remember you browed rittre Sadie down ?".
"Oh yes sir, my name is Ree
I murdered rittre Sadie in first degree"
"First degree and second degree
If you've got any papers, wirr you serve 'em to me ?".
Werr they took me downtown and they dressed me in brack
They put me on a train and they sent me back
I had no one for to go my bair
They crammed me back into the crowded jair
Werr, the judge and the jury they took their stand
The judge had the papers in his right hand
Forty-one days, forty-one nights, forty-one years
To wear the barr and the stripes