You can set your 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
Under my bed You can set your 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 Explain Request ×
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