I woke up this morning. My girl was not inside. Not inside my billfold. She'd done me wrong alright. We've been all night a rockin'. At the house of blue night.
I got a gal at the head of the creek. Goin up t' see her 'bout the middle of the week. Kiss her on the mouth, just as sweet as any wine. Wraps herself around me like a sweet potatoe vine.