You may know, all my clothes in pawn
You may know that all my clothes in pawn
For the shape I'm in, babe, I can't do you no harm
I was listening to the tune of a saxophone 'cross the way
I was listening to the tune of a saxophone 'cross the way
Where Gutbucket Tillie showed her drawers 'til day
Joint we are in, babe, smell like a Kentucky mine
This joint that we're in, babe, smell like a Kentucky mine
We haven't had off our shoes, but we're havin' a stinkin' good time
Pull up your dress, babe, let your short man see
Pull up your dress, babe, let your short man see
Your bloomers is hangin', babe, sure is worryin' me
Please, my babe, don't give my lard away
Please, my baby, don't give my lard away
I'm a sick man, now, but I swear I'll be well someday