I don't want the boy with the long brown hair
I don't want the one with the curls
I want Jimmy and the devil may care and Jimmy's good with the girls

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I don't want the boy with the long brown hair
I don't want the one with the curls
I want Jimmy and the devil may care and Jimmy's good with the girls

Come and walk in the Autumn woods
Come and walk in the town
She walked with him to the end of the earth and together they lay down

Annie the light that's in your eyes
Tells your lovers name
Annie the hope that's in your heart will turn to grief and shame

Sunday Monday passing by
Thursday Friday too
Annie walks in the winter sun a week past she was due

Two weeks three weeks passing by
Three and four and five
Annie walked in the winter rain and wished that she could die
December passed the new year gone
Judgement day has come
The doctor sat in the judge's chair and the judges turned her down

Jimmy won't walk, Jimmy won't talk
Jimmy don't come around
Annie's gone to a backstreet woman to bring the baby down

Pain floods into that place
Where love has come and gone
Close the door and close the door and Annie's walkin' home

Slowly slowly up the stair into her childhood room
Her bed filled up with red red blood
Annie died alone

She won't have the boy with the long brown hair
She won't have the one with the curls
She got Jimmy and the devil may care
And Jimmy's good with the girls

Men sit in the judges chair
We are up on trial
Woman if you conceive you must bear your child