Jim & Jesse - 1976 - Knoxville Girl Chords
Tempo:
88.1 bpm
Chords used:
F
C
Bb
G
Fm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
This is a real old folk song.
This originally came from England.
And this sort of tells a tragic story about a guy that
loved his girl so well that he beat her to death with a stick
and threw her in the river and [Bb] watched her as she floated down.
[C] This one called the Knoxville [F] Girl.
[C]
[F] I met a little girl in [Bb] Knoxville, a town we all [F] know well.
And every Sunday evening [G] out in her [C] home I dwell,
we [F] went to take an evening [Bb] walk about a [F] mile from town.
I picked a stick above the ground [C] and knocked that fair [F] girl down.
She fell down on her bended [Bb] knees, for mercy [F] she did cry,
sang, will you dear, don't kill me dear, [G] I'm not prepared [C] to die.
She [F] never spoke another [Bb] word, I only [F] beat her more.
Until the ground around me [C] within her [F] blood had closed.
[C]
[F] I took her by her golden [Bb] curls and dragged her round [F] and round.
Throwing her into the river [G] that flows through [C] Knoxville town.
Go [F] down, go down, you [F] Knoxville [Bb] girl with your dark and [F] rolling eyes.
Go down, go down, you Knoxville girl, [C] you can never be [F] my bride.
They carried me down to [Bb] Knoxville and locked me [F] in a cell.
My friends all tried to get me out, [G] but I couldn't [C] go my [F] bell.
I'm here to waste my life all the [Fm] way [Bb] down in this [F] dirty old jail.
Because I murdered that Knoxville girl, the [C] girl I love [F] so well.
This originally came from England.
And this sort of tells a tragic story about a guy that
loved his girl so well that he beat her to death with a stick
and threw her in the river and [Bb] watched her as she floated down.
[C] This one called the Knoxville [F] Girl.
[C]
[F] I met a little girl in [Bb] Knoxville, a town we all [F] know well.
And every Sunday evening [G] out in her [C] home I dwell,
we [F] went to take an evening [Bb] walk about a [F] mile from town.
I picked a stick above the ground [C] and knocked that fair [F] girl down.
She fell down on her bended [Bb] knees, for mercy [F] she did cry,
sang, will you dear, don't kill me dear, [G] I'm not prepared [C] to die.
She [F] never spoke another [Bb] word, I only [F] beat her more.
Until the ground around me [C] within her [F] blood had closed.
[C]
[F] I took her by her golden [Bb] curls and dragged her round [F] and round.
Throwing her into the river [G] that flows through [C] Knoxville town.
Go [F] down, go down, you [F] Knoxville [Bb] girl with your dark and [F] rolling eyes.
Go down, go down, you Knoxville girl, [C] you can never be [F] my bride.
They carried me down to [Bb] Knoxville and locked me [F] in a cell.
My friends all tried to get me out, [G] but I couldn't [C] go my [F] bell.
I'm here to waste my life all the [Fm] way [Bb] down in this [F] dirty old jail.
Because I murdered that Knoxville girl, the [C] girl I love [F] so well.
Key:
F
C
Bb
G
Fm
F
C
Bb
This is a real old folk song.
This originally came from England.
And this sort of tells a tragic story about a guy that
loved his girl so well that he beat her to death with a stick
and threw her in the river and [Bb] watched her as she floated down.
[C] This one called the Knoxville [F] Girl. _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ I met a little girl in _ [Bb] Knoxville, a town we all [F] know well.
And every Sunday evening [G] out in her [C] home I dwell,
we [F] went to take an evening [Bb] walk about a [F] mile from town.
I picked a stick above the ground [C] and knocked that fair [F] girl down.
_ She fell down on her bended [Bb] knees, for mercy [F] she did cry,
sang, will you dear, don't kill me dear, [G] I'm not prepared [C] to die.
She [F] never spoke another [Bb] word, I only [F] beat her more.
Until the ground around me [C] within her [F] blood had closed. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ I took her by her golden [Bb] curls and dragged her round [F] and round.
_ Throwing her into the river [G] that flows through [C] Knoxville town.
Go [F] down, go down, you [F] Knoxville [Bb] girl with your dark and [F] rolling eyes.
Go down, go down, you Knoxville girl, [C] you can never be [F] my bride.
_ They carried me down to _ [Bb] Knoxville and locked me [F] in a cell.
My friends all tried to get me out, [G] but I couldn't [C] go my [F] bell.
I'm here to waste my life all the [Fm] way [Bb] down in this [F] dirty old jail.
_ Because I murdered that Knoxville girl, the [C] girl I love [F] so well. _ _
This originally came from England.
And this sort of tells a tragic story about a guy that
loved his girl so well that he beat her to death with a stick
and threw her in the river and [Bb] watched her as she floated down.
[C] This one called the Knoxville [F] Girl. _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ I met a little girl in _ [Bb] Knoxville, a town we all [F] know well.
And every Sunday evening [G] out in her [C] home I dwell,
we [F] went to take an evening [Bb] walk about a [F] mile from town.
I picked a stick above the ground [C] and knocked that fair [F] girl down.
_ She fell down on her bended [Bb] knees, for mercy [F] she did cry,
sang, will you dear, don't kill me dear, [G] I'm not prepared [C] to die.
She [F] never spoke another [Bb] word, I only [F] beat her more.
Until the ground around me [C] within her [F] blood had closed. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ I took her by her golden [Bb] curls and dragged her round [F] and round.
_ Throwing her into the river [G] that flows through [C] Knoxville town.
Go [F] down, go down, you [F] Knoxville [Bb] girl with your dark and [F] rolling eyes.
Go down, go down, you Knoxville girl, [C] you can never be [F] my bride.
_ They carried me down to _ [Bb] Knoxville and locked me [F] in a cell.
My friends all tried to get me out, [G] but I couldn't [C] go my [F] bell.
I'm here to waste my life all the [Fm] way [Bb] down in this [F] dirty old jail.
_ Because I murdered that Knoxville girl, the [C] girl I love [F] so well. _ _
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