I woke up this morning I looked to the left I had a pretty little darlin' there but She still slept ahooooo I had my pistol on the right Now I'm gonna have to choose Between more lovin' and a fight
A Knock on the door He said it Mr. Mo She said please baby don't leave me I said you know I's gots to go Somebody done me wrong And it gonna have to be corrected If I can't find him soon I'm the one who'll be suspected
I drank too much whiskey Gamble all the time Carries me a 45 And play dice with a dime You know I love that gambling But it keeps me from my baby If I can't quit this thing I'm gon hat to find me another lady
I got to slow down Whiskey beer and fights Blues in this here Juke Joint Gunfire blow out the lights I call my mama I tell her I'm hot as a pistol She say, "Baby, you better come on home, you know I'm wet as a whistle"
