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