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
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 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 until I 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