Little Satchel 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 And I will be your loving little man Run to the house and ask your papa A bride of mine you'll ever be If he says come back and tell me And I'll wait till you get free When you get free well then we'll get married Look how happy we will be Oh we'll go to California Any place you want to go I wish I was a little angel And over these prison walls I would fly Fly on back to the arms of my darling Stay at home and there I will die As you can see I'm no little angel Neither have I wings to fly I'll go back all broken hearted Weep and moan until I die 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 And I will be your loving little man AA oct99
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