Me old my lady sittin' in the shade

talkin' about the money that i ain't made

singin' o boy dontcha line the

track a lack a

o boy dontcha line the track

o boy dontcha line the track a lack a

o boy dontcha line the track

If i could, i surely would

stand on the rock that moses stood

singin' o boy dontcha line the track a lack a

o boy dontcha line the track

o boy dontcha line the track a lack a

o boy dontcha line the track

Drank so much hooch

it made my eyes be gettin' blurry

they say i nailed her to the wall

a stich in time don't mean a thing

no hangman jury could make me crawl

cause i'm a poor boy

dontcha line the track a lack a

o boy dontcha line the track

o boy dontcha line the track a lack a

ooo

Whacha do with the gun that's loaded

shot her dead and her heart exploded

tell me baby now d-dontcha worry

like lying to a hangman jury

I swear i didn't know that 45 was loaded

in fact my memory ain't so clear

that's not to say she didn't get what she deserved

least that's the way it looks from here

boy when you line the track a lack a

hey boy dontcha line the track

Ooo my love came tumblin' down

ooo love came tumblin' down

ooo (let's get outta here)

love come tumblin'

And every night she take her thing

into the city and in the mornin' make me beg cause

if i'd taken all her real titty gritty

i'd smack her right upside the head boy

dontcha line the track a lack a

o boy dontcha line the track

o boy dontcha line the track

Ooo my love came tumblin' down

ooo love came tumblin' down

ooo love come tumblin'

Poor boy sweatin' in the hot summer night

hangman waitin' for the early morning light

singin' o boy dontcha line the track a lack a

o boy dontcha line the track

o boy dontcha line the track a lack a

o boy dontcha line the track

If i could, i surely would

stand on the rock that moses done stood

singin' o boy dontcha line the track a lack a

o boy dontcha line the track

o boy dontcha line the track a lack a

o boy dontcha line the track