Little Satchel from The Flood by Wayward Jane

CHORUS:
Under my bed
Come lay your little satchel
On my head come lay your little hand
And you will be
My own true lover
And I will be your loving little man

Run to your house
And ask your Papa
Bride of mine you’ll ever be

If he says no
Come back and tell me
And we’ll wait til you get free

CHORUS

When you get free
Then we’ll be married
Think how happy then you’ll be
And we can go to California
Settle down and live at home

Or we can go to Alabama
Any place you want to go

CHORUS

I wish I was a little angel
Over these prison walls I’d fly
I’d fly on back to the arms of my darling
Live at home and there I’d die

But as you can see, I’m no little angel
Neither have I the wings to fly
I’d go on back all broken-hearted
Weep and moan and there I’d die

CHORUS

• Celtic
• Folk
• country blues
• folk
• old time
• singer-songwriter
• Edinburgh