Me and my old 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 stitch 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. Oh boy dontcha line the track. Oh boy dontcha line the track a lack a. OOO. Whacha do with a 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 too clear. That’s not to say she didn’t get what she deserved. Least that’s the way it looked from here. Boy when you line the track a lack a. Hey boy when you line the track a lack a. Hey boy dontcha line the track. OOO my love came tumblin’ down. OOO love come 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. Oh boy dontcha line the track. Oh boy dontcha line the track. OOO my love came tumblin’ down. OOO love come tumblin’ down. OOO love come tumblin’. Poor boy sweatin’ in the hot summer night. Hangman waitin’ for the early mornin’ light. Singin’ Oh boy dontcha line the track a lack a. Oh boy dontcha line the track a lack a. Oh 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. Oh boy dontcha line the track a lack a. Oh boy don’t ya line the track.