I met a little girl in Knoxville A town we all know well And every Sunday evening Out in her home I'd dwell We went to take an evening walk About a mile
It was on one cold winter night When the wind blew across the wild moor When Mary came wandering home with her child Till she came to her own father's
译文: Louvin兄弟. 诺克斯维尔女孩.
