Daddy's Little Pumpkin
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
It's quarter past eleven and you're sleeping on the bedroom floor
I can see the fire burning, baby, burning right behind your eyes
I can see the fire burning, burning right behind your eyes
You must've swallowed a candle or some other kind of surprise
I'm going down to Memphis, got three hundred dollars in cash
I'm going down to Memphis, got three hundred dollars in cash
All the women in Memphis want to see how long my money will last
I'm going downtown, gonna rattle somebody's cage
I'm going downtown, gonna rattle somebody's cage
About to beat on my guitar, strut all around the stage
If you see my baby coming, don't you 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
You must be daddy's little pumpkin, I can tell by the way you roll
It's quarter past eleven and you're sleeping on the bedroom floor
I can see the fire burning, baby, burning right behind your eyes
I can see the fire burning, burning right behind your eyes
You must've swallowed a candle or some other kind of surprise
I'm going down to Memphis, got three hundred dollars in cash
I'm going down to Memphis, got three hundred dollars in cash
All the women in Memphis want to see how long my money will last
I'm going downtown, gonna rattle somebody's cage
I'm going downtown, gonna rattle somebody's cage
About to beat on my guitar, strut all around the stage
If you see my baby coming, don't you 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
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Writer(s): Pat Mclaughlin, John E. Prine
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