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John Prine ~ 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
Well it's quarter past eleven
And you're sleeping on the bedroom floor
I can see the fire burnin'
Burnin' right behind your eyes
I can see the fire burnin', baby
Burnin' 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
Yeah I'm going down to Memphis
Got three hundred dollars in cash
All the women in Memphis
Want to see how long my money can last
Well I'm going downtown
Gonna to rattle somebody's cage
Yeah 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 comin'
Don't tell her that her daddy's in jail
If you see my baby comin'
Don't 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
Yeah, you never do nothing
To save your doggone soul
I can tell by the way you roll
You must be daddy's little pumpkin
I can tell by the way you roll
Well it's quarter past eleven
And you're sleeping on the bedroom floor
I can see the fire burnin'
Burnin' right behind your eyes
I can see the fire burnin', baby
Burnin' 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
Yeah I'm going down to Memphis
Got three hundred dollars in cash
All the women in Memphis
Want to see how long my money can last
Well I'm going downtown
Gonna to rattle somebody's cage
Yeah 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 comin'
Don't tell her that her daddy's in jail
If you see my baby comin'
Don't 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
Yeah, you never do nothing
To save your doggone soul
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