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 too[..] 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 Come and walk in the Autumn woods Come and walk in the town She walked with him to the end of the earth and together they lay down Annie the light that's in your eyes Tells your lovers name Annie 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 Judgement day has come The doctor sat in the judge's chair and the judges turned her down Jimmy won't walk, Jimmy won't talk Jimmy don't come around Annie's gone to a backstreet 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 walkin' home Slowly slowly up the stair into her childhood room Her bed filled up with red red blood Annie 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 Woman if you conceive you must bear your child