When it's hard to stumbleLand in somebody's lagoonPlaying it hard to stumbleLand in somebody's lagoonEspecially when it's nine below zeroAnd three o'clock in the afternoonYeahYeahYeahThey ain't gonna hang no pictureThey ain't gonna hang no picture thereThey ain't gonna hang no pictureThey ain't gonna hang no picture thereWell, I might look like Robert FordBut I feel just like a Jesse JamesYeahBut I feel just like a Jesse JamesI wish I was awesomeI'll stay in my placeOh, I wish I was awesomeI'll stay in my placeI'll stay in my placeI got no reason to be thereBut I reckon I could use some kind of changeOh, GodI got my dark sunglassesI got some good luck back there, tooI got my dark sunglassesAnd I'm carrying some good luck back there, tooDon't ask me nothing about nothingCause I, I just might tell you the truthWhat would that do?Got me a woman in JacksonI ain't got to say her nameOoh, I got me a woman in JacksonI got me a woman in JacksonAnd I ain't got to say her nameShe's a brown-skinned womanBut I, I love her just the sameShe loves me the sameOoh, ooh, oohOoh, ooh, oohOoh, ooh, oohOoh, ooh, oohOoh, ooh, oohOoh, ooh, oohOoh, ooh, ooh