Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars Oak tree you're in my way There's too much coke and too much smoke Look what's goin' on inside you Ooh that smell
Two feet they come a creepin' like a black cat do And two bodies are lyin' naked creeper think he got nothin' to lose So he creeps into this house, oh
I was cuttin' the rug Down at a place called the Jug With a girl named Linda Lu When in walked a man With a gun in his hand Lookin' for you know who
Going down to the swamp Gonna watch me a hound dog catch a 'coon Well, I'm going down to the swamp Gonna watch me a hound dog catch a 'coon You know the
Well I've heard lots of people say they're gonna settle down You don't see their faces and they don't come around Well I'm not that way, I got to move
Well, I'll tell you plainly, baby What I plan to do 'Cause I may be crazy tomorrow But I ain't no fool Your daddy's rich, mama You're overdue But I ain
Well, it's 8 o'clock in Boise, Idaho I'll find my limo driver, and mister, take us to the show I done made some plans for later on tonight I'll find a
1, 2, 3 Turn it up Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the Southland I miss Alabama once again And I think it'
Eleven times I been busted, eleven times I been to jail Some of the times I been there, nobody could go my bail Well it seems to me, Lord that this ol
If I leave here tomorrow Would you still remember me? For I must be traveling on, now 'Cause there's too many places I've got to see But, if I stayed