Been waitin for my baby all night.
Lookin at the clock and something just ain’t right.
It’s 3 o’clock in the morn you know there’s gonna be a fight.
Here he come stumbling drunk.
So I got out my Mossberg and I threw him in the trunk.
Took him down to the Mississippi where I watch him sunk.
Come on baby let me be the honey on your comb.
Don’t you worry bout my man you know he’s long gone.
He’s at the bottom of the Mississippi where I watch him drown.
Common baby let me the sugar on your cane.
I promise darlin I’ll try not to drive you insane.
We can take a little stroll down this country lane.