Down in the valley
Down in the valley the valley so low Hang your head over and hear the wind blow Little Willie's my darling little Willie's my dear If you think I don't love her got a feelish idear She wrote me one letter she sent it by mail She sent it in care of the Washington jail Gonna build me one steeple on the mountain so high So I can see Willie passin' on by She said that she loved me just to give my heart ease Just as soon as my back was turned she loved who she pleased I repped on her window I knocked on her do She gave me short answer don't knock there no mo Sitting in the prison with my back to the wall Old corn whiskey was the cause of it all The judge said Stand up George and dry up your tears You're sentenced to Raleigh for twenty two years If I had of listened to what mother said I'd a been there today boys in her feather bed