Fuck do you mean, "Why I showed up?" I don't need your poison 'round me Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yeah, shimmy yeah I'm nice if you don't fuck around Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah All of these boys, they callin' me pretty Who's your producer? Producer is Timmy

I was born in Chicago at nineteen and forty-one Well, my first friend went down When I was 17 years old Well, there's one thing I can say about that boy Well, my second friend went down When I was 21 years of age Well, now rules are alright If there's

Until I'm back in your arms again I'll be out here on the wind Through the middle of the night unknown I'm an asphalt cowboy Born to run underneath the stars Pay no mind to my lonely heart The sun has opened up my eyes

That's my baby That's my diamond in the rough But I can make him shine with my sweet love See that boy walking down the street Thinks he's tough but he smiles so sweet Snakeskin boots and a baseball cap Bet you'd like to meet a boy like that He's a

Turned into my worst phobia A crazy man's utopia If you're lost no one can show ya But it sure was glad to know ya Only poor boys take a chance On the garden's song and dance Feel her flowers as they wrap around But only smart boys do without

Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's

So don’t go telling me how this boy should be leaving his own life Sometimes rough but generally speaking I’m fine If you don’t agree with the things that go on within in my life Well honey that’s fine there’s no itch in wasting your time Goodbye

I wanna drink that shot of whiskey I wanna smoke that cigarette You know some cowboys like me go out like that Like a needle needs a vein Like my uncle Joe in Oklahoma needs a rain Like a lighthouse on the coast Like the father and the son need the Holy

I pulled up in a Benz truck, ooh You pulled up in your friend's truck, hmm Better watch out for the scammers, ooh Boy, you better get your bands up, hmm She a pretty little dancer, ooh I might take her to my mansion, hmm Hit her, then I vanish, ooh All

Ain't a damn thing change I still keep that thing Right up under my shirt Until somebody get hurt When I pull away hang and bang 'Cause it all fun and games Boy you better catch me first So you finally get hurt murked put 'em in the dirt