Poor Little Sadie

Poor little Sadie is down from the
mountain, the orphanage took her away
Her Mama ran off with a revival preacher, her Daddy forgot how to pray
They scrubbed all her knees and her
elbows, they cut off her long tangled hair
They turned loose her old apple pony and loaded her into the car

Now poor little Sadie, she sits in a classroom
She's learning what she needs to know
The A, B's and C's and the charms of a
lady, the ways of the world down below
She longs to be back on the mountain,
her young mind has wings of its own
Poor little Sadie is down from the
mountain and Sadie will never go home

Poor little Sadie could talk to the
wild birds, she knew how to get them to sing
Despite all the trouble and strife that she
knew there, she misses the wild mountain things
They teach her of far away places and how to use pencil and pen
Yes, poor little Sadie is down from the
mountain and she'll never go home again

Poor little Sadie is down from the
mountain she's into the big city ways
She's never in church on a beautiful Sunday,
don't help decorating the grave She never goes
down to the river, at supper her food isn't blessed
She don't see herself as a saint or a
sinner, she's followin' all of the rest

Poor little Sadie is down from the
mountain and steppin' on out in the world
But she's wearin' the powder and lipstick a
fashion, she grew back her long golden curls
Her mountain heart still loves her
Jesus, she talks to Him when she's alone
Poor little Sadie is down from the
mountain, the mountain that once was her home