Sarah Jarosz - Little Satchel lyrics
[Sarah Jarosz - Little Satchel lyrics]
Under my bed, you can set your little satchel
And on my head come lay your little hand
If you will be, my own true lover
I will be your loving little man
Run to the house, and ask your papa
Bride of mine you’ll ever be
If he says no, come back and tell me
I will wait for you to be free
When you get free, then we’ll get married
Look how happy we will be
Oh we’ll go, to California
Any place you want to go
Oh we’ll go to Louisiana
Settle down when we get home
I wish I was, a little angel
And over these prison walls I would fly
Fly on back, to the arms of my darlin’
Stay at home until I die
But, you can see, that I’m no little angel
Neither have my wings to fly
So I’ll go back, all brokenhearted
Weep and moan until I die
And on my head come lay your little hand
If you will be, my own true lover
I will be your loving little man
Run to the house, and ask your papa
Bride of mine you’ll ever be
If he says no, come back and tell me
I will wait for you to be free
When you get free, then we’ll get married
Look how happy we will be
Oh we’ll go, to California
Any place you want to go
Oh we’ll go to Louisiana
Settle down when we get home
I wish I was, a little angel
And over these prison walls I would fly
Fly on back, to the arms of my darlin’
Stay at home until I die
But, you can see, that I’m no little angel
Neither have my wings to fly
So I’ll go back, all brokenhearted
Weep and moan until I die