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

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 [bad word] on home you know
I’m wet as a whistle