Me and my old lady sittin in the shade

Talkin bout the money that I ain't made

O boy dontcha line the track

O boy dontcha line the track

O boy dontcha line the track like O boy dontcha line the trackst

If I could I surely would

Stand on the rock that moses stood

Singin o boy dontcha line the track like

O boy dontcha line the track

O boy dontcha line the track liake

O boy dontcha line the track

Drank so much hooch

It my eyes be gettin blurry

They say I nailed her to the door

A stich 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

O boy dontcha line the track like

O boy dontcha line the track

Wacha do with a gun thats loaded

Shot her dead and her heart exploded

Tell me baby now d-dontcha worry

Like lyin to a hangman jury

I swear I didnt know that 45 was loaded

In fact my memory ain't too clear

Thats not to say she didnt get what she deserved

Least thats the way it looked from here

Boy when you line the track like

Hey boy dontcha line the track like

Hey boy dontcha line the track

Ooh my love came tumblin down

Ooh love come tumblin down

Ooh lets get outta here

Were Love come tumblin

And every night she take her things into the city

And in the morning make me beg

If Id taken all her titty gritty

Smack her right upside the head

Boy dontcha line the track like

O boy dontcha line the track like

O boy dontcha line the track

Ooh my love came tumblin down

Ooh were love comes tumblin down

Ooh were love comes tumblin down

Poor boy sweatin in the hot summer night

Hangman waitin for the early mornin light singin

O boy dontcha line the track like

O boy dontcha line the track

O boy dontcha line the track like

O 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 like

O boy dontcha line the track

O boy dontcha line the track like

O boy dontcha line the track