You can always tell when your good gal dont wanna be seen Cause your meals aint ready, the house is never clean Just like huntin for a needle buried in a bed of sand That is to find a woman hasnt got no man Three barrels of your whiskey, mama, and four barrels of gin She said, The headknockers home, daddy, and you cant come in It was early one morning, just at the close of four When Charlie Smith knocked on Evelyns door She jumped up, sweet babe, skipped on across the floor Hollerin, Long tall daddy, dont you knock no more It was in the lovin kitchen where they made the plot For to poison her father and her mother in the coffee pot Then they carried the remains, throwed it out in the yard Killed fifteen chickens and wound that prattlin dog Policeman said to Freddie, What do you know about this? Say, I guess youll have to go arrest poor Charlie Smith Then they carried poor Charlie, put him behind the bars Give him 39 days, mama, and that aint all Poor Evelyns in jail with her back turned to the wall Hollerin, Cruel kind daddy, you know you the cause it all Im gonna sing this time, aint gonna sing no more Cause my throats got dry, to where my tonsils sore
evelyns, charlie, hollerin, poor, smith