Little Satchel Songtext

von Sam Amidon

Under my bed
You can tocuh our little satchel
On my head
Come lay your little hand
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
And i'll wait till you'll get free
When you'll get free
Well then we'll get married
Look how happy we will be
Or we'll go to california
Any place you want to go
I wish i was a little angel
Over these prison walls i would fly
Fly oh back
To the arms of my darling
Stay at home and there i would 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 touch our little satchel
On my head come lay your little hand
You will be
My own true lover
I will be your loving little man
Then we'lll get married
Look how happy we will be
Or we'll go to california