You must be daddy’s little pumpkin I can tell by the way you roll You must be daddy’s little pumpkin I can tell by the way you roll It’s quarter past eleven And you’re sleeping on the bedroom floor
I can feel the fire burning Burning right behind your eyes Feel the fire burning Burning right behind your eyes You must’ve swallowed a candle Or some other kind of surprise
I’m going down to Memphis I got three hundred dollars in cash Goin’ down to Memphis I got three hundred dollars in cash All the women in Memphis Gonna see how long my money can last
I’m going down to Memphis Gonna rattle somebody’s cage I’m going down to Memphis Gonna rattle somebody’s cage I’m gonna beat on my guitar And strut all around the stage
You must be daddy’s little pumpkin I can tell by the way you roll And if you see my baby coming Don’t tell her that her daddy’s in jail Ah you’d sell little pumpkin just to raise Her sweet daddy’s bail
You must be daddy’s little pumpkin I can tell by the way you roll Daddy’s little pumpkin I can tell by the way you roll You never do nothing Just to save your goddamn soulTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
