West Memphis Daddy

[Verse 1]
She's out of range
Yeah, and I can't shoot that far, she could be on Mars and nothing else would change
I could tie her to a tree right next to me and heck, you'd think I had the mange
But, you know, she'd rather be in Gay Paree than on this West Memphis grange
(Pick it, Possum)

[Verse 2]
I dug a hole
You know I dug it plenty deep but in my sleep I dreamed it swallowed up my soul
To my love I did demand she give her hand And she lift me from the mold
She gave me No. 9 instead and said we'd wed when I'd made diamonds of that coal

[Verse 3]
I need a drink
Yeah, to gather up my wits, I need a Schlitz and a little time to think
If she finds someone to tell, I pay Hell -- and they'll slap me in the clink
But if she makes it to the train, she'll be in Spain just as quick as I can blink