You must be daddy's little pumpkin

I can tell by the way you roll

You must be daddy's little pumpkin

I can tell by the way you roll

Why it's quarter past eleven

And you're sleeping on the bedroom floor



I can see the fire burning

Burning right behind your eyes

I can see the fire burning

Burning right behind your eyes

You must of swallowed a candle

Or some other kind of surprise



I'm going down to Memphis

I got three hundred dollars in cash

I'm going down to Memphis

I got three hundred dollars in cash

All the women in Memphis

Want to see how long my money will last



I'm going downtown

I'm gonna to rattle somebody's cage



I'm going downtown

I'm gonna rattle somebody's cage

I'm gonna beat on my guitar

And strut all around the stage



If you see my baby coming

Don't tell her that her daddy's in jail

If you see my baby coming

Don't you tell her that her daddy's in jail

She'd sell her little pumpkin just to raise

Her sweet daddy's bail



You must be daddy's little pumpkin

I can tell by the way you roll

You must be daddy's little pumpkin

I can tell by the way you roll

You never do nothing

To save your doggone soul.