Kerrville Girl – Public Domain (Modified BR5-49 Version)

I met a little girl in Kerrville
A town we know so well
And every Sunday evening
Out in her home I’d dwell

We went to take an evening stroll
Bout a mile from town
I picked a stick up off the ground
And knocked that fair girl down

She fell down on her bended knees
For mercy she did cry
Oh Chuck my dear don’t kill me here
I’m unprepared to die

She never spoke another word
I only beat her more
Until the ground around me
Within her blood did flow

I grabbed her by her golden curls
And drug her round and round
Throwing her into the river
That flows through Kerrville town

Go there oh there you Kerrville girl
With dark and lonely nights
Go there oh there you Kerrville girl
You can never be my bride

I rolled and tumbled the whole night through
My dreams were living hell
Then they came from Kerrville
To carry me to jail

I’m here to waste my life away
In this dirty old cell
Because I murdered that Kerrville girl
The girl I loved so well