Way on down in the jailhouse town, there's a girl with a flower for a nameShe says, I don't care, my man is losing his hair, I'm gonna love himAnd her family dwells, with their hearts all swelled, there's a prayer with her face in mindAs if they chose the slope of her nose, they're gonna love herShe says, I don't care what his name is, what he doesWhat he doesWhat he doesWhat he doesWhat he does
