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.
He took the girl with the long brown hair
He took the one with the curls
He took me and the
devil may care
And Jimmy's good with the girls
Come and walk in the au
tumn woods,
come and walk in town.
She walked with him to the
end of the earth,
and to gether they lay down.
Any of the light that's in your eyes
tells your lover's name.
Any of 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,
Judgment day has come.
The doctor sat in the judge's chair,
An d the judges turned her down.
Jimmy won't walk,
Jimmy won't talk,
Jimmy don't come around,
and he's gone to a back street 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 walking home.
Slowly, slowly up the stair
into her childhood room.
Her bed filled up with red, red blood
and he 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
Wo man, if you conceive,
you must bear your child.