My daddy left home when I was three,. And he didn't leave much to Ma and me.... Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.. Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid,.
Hey dragged up my holly and I pull it to a town for the bigtime. Hey rig down the road I tore 'em down I'm a bigtime. I wheeled right in them swinging doors.
(Hey the truth might hurt so I'm tellin' you now that you better not ask me). Hey you better not ask me where I been all night. Why my eyes are shinin' and my spirit is flyin'.