I met a little girl in Knoxville,a town we all know well
And every sunday evening 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 I knocked that fair girl down
She fell down on her bended knees for mercy she did cry
I started back to Knoxville got there about midnight
My mother, she was worried she woke up in a fright