Oh Lord,
I wish I'd never been stoned
Cause when I get high,
I can't leave the women alone
Oh,
my horse Sheriff and his boys getting ready for slaughter
They're looking for the man who turned on the maids
Daughter,
oh my honey had a hold of a hell of a thing
Down in the hollow every evening you can hear her sing
She said a funky bug showed me the toes to turn around
Stepped on my toes,
turned my arm and turned me down
Fit me like a hand in a glove
And she taught me how to love you all
Five miles of road between me and the hounds
Rosie throws Sheriff and his deputies dragging him down
Wishes he was back and making taking it easy
But if a man's gonna eat a fried chicken,
God,
it's gonna get breezy
Oh,
my horse Sheriff and his boys getting ready for slaughter
Cause if a man's gonna eat a fried chicken,
God,
it's gonna get breezy
Oh,
my horse Sheriff and his boys getting ready for slaughter
Oh,
my horse Sheriff and his boys getting ready for slaughter
Stepped on my toes,
turned my arm and turned me down
Fit me like a hand in a glove And she taught me how to love you all