Well he's a poker-playing alligator
Tattoed, earrings bar[?]
Likes his whiskey on the rocks
But the claws on his toes always tear his socks
He said, them ragtime troubles, I've had em
One time when I was seventeen and [sadder?]
All the Joes used to call me fat
But I'm all grew up and my now jaws go clap
Don't let the bad times bring you down
One day you'll outgrow town
Well he's playing stud with the big, bad horses
Got arms like [?] and his voice is coarse
He likes his bourbon nice and neat
But he can't wear socks cause he ain't got feet
He said, them ragtime troubles, I've had em
One time when I was seventeen and [sadder?]
All the does laughed behind my back
But I grew bigger than the whole damn pack
Don't let the bad times bring you down
One day you'll outgrow the town
Come on boy, if you're feeling blue
Let it roll and do as you do
I don't know what'll happen to you
But I'm sure you're the man to fill the shoes
[Funny?] feet, everybody's got em
Troubles, too, you know we all got em
So let it roll, sing with me now
And show everybody what they don't know, ha!
Don't let the bad times bring you down
One day you'll outgrow the town
One day you'll outgrow the town