under my bed you can set your little satchel on my head come lay your little hand 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 ll wait till you get free when you get free well then we ll get married look how happy we will be or we ll go to california any place you want to go i wish i was a little angel over these prison walls i would fly fly on back to the arms of my darling stay at home and there i would die as you can see i m no little angel neither have i wings to fly i ll go back all brokenhearted weep and moan until i die under my bed you can set your little satchel on my head come lay your little hand you will be my own true lover i will be your loving little man when you get free well then we ll get married look how happy we will be or we ll go to california