Little Satchel

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 get free

When you 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 on 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 brokenhearted
Weep and moan until I die

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

When you get free, well then we'll get married
Look how happy we will be
Or we'll go to California