In Search of Little Sadie Songtext
von Bob Dylan

Went out last night to take a little round
I met my little Sadie and I brought her down
I ran right home and I went to bed
With a forty-four smokeless under my head

I began to think what a deed I′d done
I grabbed my hat and I began to run
I made a god run but I ran too slow
They overtook me down in Jericho

Standing on a corner a ringin' my bell,
Up stepped the sheriff from Thomasville
He said: Young man is you name Brown?
Remember you blowed Sadie down


Oh yes sir, my name is Lee
I murdered little Sadie in the first degree
First degree and second degree
If you′ve got any papers will you serve them to me?

Well they took me down town and they dressed me in black,
They put me on a train and they sent me back
I had no one to go my bail
They crammed me back into the county jail

Oh, yes they did
The judge and the jury they took their stand
The judge had the papers in his right hand

Forty-one days, forty-one nights
Forty-one years to wear the ball and the stripes
Oh, no!

Went out last night to take a little round
I met little Sadie and I blowed her down
I ran right home and I went to bed,
A forty-four smokeless under my head