Well now who does not know Katy Kline? She lives at the foot of the hill, By the shady nook of some old babbling brook, And down by her dear old daddy’s mill. 
Chorus: Tell me that you love me, Katy Kline, Tell me that your hearth is true as mine, Tell me that you love your only turtle dove, Tell me that you love me, Katy Kline. 
Well I’m going down the road feeling bad, Well you know I’ve got troubles on my mind. I’m going down the road to see the one I love, She goes by the name of Katy Kline. 
Chorus 
If and I was a little bird, I’d never build my nest on the ground, Well I’d build it up in some tall yonder tree Where them wild boys couldn’t tear it down. 
Chorus x2 
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