tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1072125047008275922.post1720729718910881184..comments2024-03-23T23:29:11.290-07:00Comments on Kidnapping, Murder, and Mayhem: Knoxville GirlUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1072125047008275922.post-21154301219306704992021-02-17T05:56:32.554-08:002021-02-17T05:56:32.554-08:00Good One, You really did a fantastic job, Thanks f...Good One, You really did a fantastic job, Thanks for so much info<br /><a href="https://scrabblewordseek.com/" rel="nofollow">scrabble word finder</a> <br />luckyshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06723037247259341786noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1072125047008275922.post-23810876477776498192020-05-12T14:35:42.463-07:002020-05-12T14:35:42.463-07:00My heart started racing when I seen som eone wrote...My heart started racing when I seen som eone wrote the words of "KNOXVILLE GIRL". My grand mother ,mother, and aunts and un cles all sung this song ....matter a fact, my mother learned to play the guitar learning this song. My famil,y would sing as they knew the "girl" also. Very sad and heartfelt lyriCS I remember as a small girl, I am 59 now and my granson plays the guitar by ear ..he plays this one for grammy. THANK YOU FOR THE MEMORIESAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14936210113905771411noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1072125047008275922.post-44088967963920321652018-03-07T14:12:19.799-08:002018-03-07T14:12:19.799-08:00My aunt who was from Georgia sang a song which she...My aunt who was from Georgia sang a song which she called "Little Mary Feagans, That Knoxville Gal." The song combined lyrics from "Knoxville Gal" with a ballad sung about the murder of a fourteen year old girl, Mary Phagan, at a pencil factory in Atlanta, Georgia. In the Mary Phagan ballad, a Jewish man named Leo Frank was wrongfully convicted of the murder and was sent to prison at Milledgeville, Georgia. Frank was broken out of the penitentiary by a mob and hanged in Marietta, Georgia. This ballad about the murder of Mary Phagan mentioned Frank (alluding to Leo Frank) and Jim Conley, a janitor at the pencil factory, who was believed to be the real murderer of Mary.<br />My aunt who was 89 years old when she sang the ballad for me in 1991 did not remember from whom she had learned the song. I think it is very interesting that my aunt's version of the ballad combines elements from both stories.<br />Rita MullinsRitahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14414447224502061251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1072125047008275922.post-39259322974161371812016-08-20T00:54:29.221-07:002016-08-20T00:54:29.221-07:00I hope you got my response. I wrote down the entic...I hope you got my response. I wrote down the entice song for you but don't see it unless it is below my original post and your reply. Laurice SavoyAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17191587101539621490noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1072125047008275922.post-28808515979296974212016-08-20T00:50:15.676-07:002016-08-20T00:50:15.676-07:00There are actually several versions but I will get...There are actually several versions but I will get you the words. Such a bittersweet song, but we love to sing it.I was originally sung by the Loudon Brothers. They have the most amazing harmony. You will love their version. <br />I met a little girl in Knoxville girl, 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 from town, I picked a stick up off the ground and knocked that fair girl down. She fell down on her bended knee for mercy she did cry, oh Willie dear don't kill me <br />here I'm unprepared to die. She never spoke another word, I only beat her more. Until the ground around me within her blood did flow. I took her by her golden curls and I drug her round and round. Throwing her into the river that flows through Knoxville town. Go down go down you Knoxville girl with the dark and rolling eyes,go down, go down, you can never be my bride.I started back to Knoxville got there about midnight, my mother she was worried and woke up in a fright, saying dear son dear son what have you done,to bloody your clothes so? I told my anxious mother I was bleeding from at my nose. I called for me a candle to light myself to bed. I called for me a handkerchief to bind my aching head.Rolled and tumbled the whole night through as troubles was for me, like flames from hell around my bed and in my eyes could see. They carried me down to Knoxville and put me in a cell my friends all tried to get me out but none could go my bail. I'm here to waste my life away inside down in this dirty old jail because I murdered that Knoxville girl, the girl I loved so well. Still gives me chills. If you want to hear it just Google "Louvin Brothers version of Knoxville girl, and it should pop up and you can actually hear them sing that one and "In The Pines" and several more. I love it!! Enjoy Judi! Help me spread this and maybe it won't die. Hope this helps. Laurice SavoyAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17191587101539621490noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1072125047008275922.post-67495148349846633132016-08-18T12:49:07.685-07:002016-08-18T12:49:07.685-07:00My father taught me this song year 1964, There was...My father taught me this song year 1964, There was a verse about him asking her to be is wife, she refuses and then the murder.<br /><br />does any one know the verse that is missingAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11536438138084030400noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1072125047008275922.post-34246060720759658532014-11-19T16:46:42.095-08:002014-11-19T16:46:42.095-08:00Please do not let this old folk music die. My Mama...Please do not let this old folk music die. My Mama used to play the guitar and sing this to me and my 3 brothers and sister when we were young children. I may have forgotten some of the words but thank God found them here. My Mama is now 75 years old and still plays guitar and sings this song to me today with the soulful voice of an Angel taking me back to a different place and time, like she knew this girl and her family and shared in thier grieving. Please don't ever let these songs be pushed out by 'progress'. We still Love them and want to pass them on to my children and thier children after them and so on. These Old Folk Songs are a vital part of our music and our History and the life and trying times of our ancestors. Thank You so much! Laurice Savoy, my Mama, Bobbie Swan Moore.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17191587101539621490noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1072125047008275922.post-55885876644113591322014-11-19T16:44:42.025-08:002014-11-19T16:44:42.025-08:00Please do not let this old folk music die. My Mama...Please do not let this old folk music die. My Mama used to play the guitar and sing this to me and my 3 brothers and sister when we were young children. I may have forgotten some of the words but thank God found them here. My Mama is now 75 years old and still plays guitar and sings this song to me today with the soulful voice of an Angel taking me back to a different place and time, like she knew this girl and her family and shared in thier grieving. Please don't ever let these songs be pushed out by 'progress'. We still Love them and want to pass them on to my children and thier children after them and so Mom. These Old Folk Songs are a vital part of our music and our History and the life and trying times of our ancestors. Thank You so much! Laurice Savoy, my Mama, Bobbie Swan Moore.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17191587101539621490noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1072125047008275922.post-53585400722242862092014-11-19T16:34:22.340-08:002014-11-19T16:34:22.340-08:00Please do not let this old folk music die. My Mama...Please do not let this old folk music die. My Mama used to play the guitar and sing this to me and my 3 brothers and sister when we were young children. I may have forgotten some of the words but thank God found them here. My Mama is now 75 years old and still plays guitar and sings this song to me today with the soulful voice of an Angel taking me back to a different place and time, like she knew this girl and her family. Please don't ever let these songs be pushed out by 'progress'. We still Love them and want to pass them on to my children and thier children after them. Thank You so much! Laurice Savoy, my Mama, Bobbie Swan Moore.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17191587101539621490noreply@blogger.com