Mountain Girl- Hill Brothers (TX) 1948 REC
[From the Savoy 3016 - side A recording. Notes from A shot in the Dark: Tennessee Jive, page 239; by Martin Hawkins, Colin Escott follow. This is from John Thomas Hill of Kerrville, Texas and his brother Ken. This is not the Hill Brothers from NC, VA (Dewey Hill, Sam Hill, and Bill Hill) who recorded for RCA in 1937.
This is a based on the Tanner commercial version of "Knoxville Girl" with a new ending--obviously renamed to prevent copyright issues.
Listen: http://www.honkingduck.com/mc/content/mountain-girl
R. Matteson 2016]
John Thomas Hill's first gig was with Big Bill Lister on KTSA. Then, in January 1948, he joined Smiley Burnette for eight pictures and many road trips. Eighteen months later, he was back in San Antonio working in a swing band with his brother. They recorded for Savoy as the Hill Brothers and for and for Enterprise Records. Tommy also recorded for Imperial and Jay Miller's Feature Records. Then Webb Pierce came through town looking for a fiddle player, and Tommy signed on. He joined Pierce in February 1952, moved to Shreveport, and gave his new boss a song he'd recorded for Imperial, Slowly, which spent 17 weeks at #1. [A shot in the dark: Tennessee jive - Page 239 by Martin Hawkins, Colin Escott ]
"Mountain Girl" by Hill Brothers (Savoy 3016 - side A; 1948), from Honkingduck- this is a version of "Knoxville Girl."
I met a little girl in Knoxville
A town we all know well;
And every Sunday evening
Out in her home we'd dwell.
We went to take an evening walk
About a mile from town;
I picked a stick up off the ground
And I knocked this fair girl down.
She fell down on her bended knees
For mercy she did cry
"Johnny please, don't kill me here,
I'm unprepared to die."
She never said another word
I only beat her more
Until the ground around her,
Within her blood did flow.
[mandolin solo]
I taken her by her curly hair
I swung her 'round and 'round;
I threw her in the river
That led to Knoxville town.
"Go there, go there, you Knoxville girl
You got dark and roving eyes,
Go there, go there, you Knoxville girl
You'll never be my bride."
The sheriff he came and got me,
And locked me up in jail;
I'm waiting for the verdict,
I'm sitting in my cell.
My mother pleaded tenderly
But nothing could she do
I'm guilty of the murder,
Of the girl I loved so true.