Don't ease, don't ease, don't ease me in.
I've been all night [bad word]  home, don't ease me in.

When I turned around sweet mama, she was way across town
So I'm walkin' down the street with a dollar in my hand
I've been lookin' for a woman sweet mama, ain't got no man.

The girl I love, she's sweet and [bad word] 
You the dress she wears, sweet mama, it's pink and blue,
She brings me coffee, she brings me tea,
She brings me 'bout every [bad word] thing but the jailhouse keys.