with your shinin' coffee can
 so many wrongs all kinds a goins on
 held my head an ran
 but i hid and did a bit more lookin'
 saw ya dancin' on the pine porch creakin'
 mouth open an doors down wide
 here's what was inside
 i seen what i saw
 an these things i do are wrong, that's all
 an these tales i tales i tell are tall
 then i climbed up on the big horse strapin'
 put the spur down to blood
 he took off 16 horses strong
 left me lyin' in mud
 an there i sit until the sun's up shinin'
 yes an black stands my ride
 twenty hands high
 an watchin' spookeyed
 my hands on his side