And now you’ve got to give up every gain
I see my knuckles in the rain
When I awake I will be on you
Time keeps moving on, keeps moving on
There comes a day when you’ll be gone
And on that day I will describe you
Like a desperado dancing on the devil’s noose
Six-shooter and a sniper is no use
Lover, is no use
Woo – it’s no use, it’s no use, it’s no use
Woo – it’s no use,
Woo, woo
Every song I write comes in on three
I hope some day you’ll come to see
I cannot get to four without you
You wind up in a jail with no bail
You ? protest to no avail
I write a prison song about you
When every drop of moonshine has been used to spike the juice
I’m drop the deuce
Drop the deuce
Woo, drop the deuce, drop the deuce, drop the deuce
Woo, drop the deuce
Woo, woo
Love used to be something you’d break in and buy
I had an unlimited supply
That was in the days when I used to slay
Now it’s just crazier than cray, cray
And night you watch me drifting out to see
My only exit strategy
Is coming back here to surround you
Time is up, I let you get the rest
Tattoo my name upon your breast
I should have ? when I found you
The darling’s on the record
Let have a little truce
Come a little closer now and be my skin caboose, my skin caboose
Woo, skin caboose, skin caboose, skin caboose
Woo, skin caboose
Woo, skin caboose, skin caboose, skin caboose
Woo, skin caboose
Woo