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

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 will wait for you to be free

When you get free then we'll get married

Look how happy we will be

Oh, we'll go to California

Any place you want to go

Oh, we'll go to Louisiana

Settle down when we get home

I wish I was a little angel

And over these prison walls I would fly

I'd fly on back to the arms of my darlin'

Stay at home and there I would die

But you can see that I'm no little angel

Neither have my wings to fly

So I'll go back all broken hearted

Weep and moan until I die