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, it’s 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 couldn’t get to four without you
You wind up in a jail with no bail
You doth protest and no prevail
I’ll write a prison song about you
When every drop of moonshine has been used to spike the juice
I’m bored to tears now watch me drop the deuce
Gonna drop the deuce
Woo, drop the deuce, drop the deuce, drop the deuce
Woo, drop the deuce
Woo, woo
Love used to be something that you’d break in and buy
I had an unlimited supply
That was in the days when I used to slay
Now it’s all just crazier than cray, cray
And now you watch me drifting out to sea
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 guesses when I found you
The darling’s on the record
Let’s have a little truce
Come a little closer now and be my skin caboose
Be my skin caboose
Woo, skin caboose, skin caboose, skin caboose
Woo, skin caboose
Woo, skin caboose, skin caboose, skin caboose
Woo, skin caboose
Woo