Shall I write or phone from Paris or Rome Even though you're tryin' to hold me back You don't get no mail you know I'm in jail Fare thee well, my brother, please don't stand in my way I'm goin' down to that dirty town no matter what you say You fooled me

Have mercy, I'm in a world of trouble now I'm being held by the State Patrol I am charged with traffic of the forbidden And I almost finished doing my parole Now, I'm on my way back down town Somebody help me, have mercy on my soul I go to court tomorrow

But I was thinkin' maybe we might Hey girl, tell me What you doin' later tonight? Call me crazy I'll take you downtown, table for two I keep it laid back, just me and you right now I'm trippin' over my feet 'Cause the way that you were lookin'