I got a black widow spider for mama, Lord
Got a diamond-backed rattler for pa
Well, I got me a woman down in New Orleans
Got a friend in Arkansas
Got a morning full of make believe
Got an evening full of time
Chorus:
I've got the hands, pretty lady
Gonna make you grieve
Lovin' gonna make you mine
Verse:
Ain't never seen your town before
And I won't be back again
I need me a place to hide my face
From the howlin' of the wind
I got the blues sewn into my jacket sleeve
Got a goatskin full of wine
Chorus:
I've got the hands, pretty lady
Gonna make you grieve
Lovin' gonna make you mine
Verse:
So light the lantern above your door
And hold your curtains wide
Take the ribbon from your hair
And lay it by your side
And I ain't looking for a lie to believe
My own'll do me fine
Chorus:
I've got the hands, pretty lady
Gonna make you grieve
Lovin' gonna make you mine
I've got the hands, pretty lady
Gonna make you grieve
Lovin' gonna make you mine