Down On Luck

Well, she had goats milk on her lip And mud up to her hip And my neck is getting stiff Cause I've been staring Well, I grab myself a seat And I take an honest peek Well, I just wanna catch a glimpse Of what she's wearing Well, I hear her heels Coming round the corner She's wearing her knee-high boots She's been dancing the waltz With the devil on this Rainy afternoon She had sweat below her brow And catfish in her mouth And grease was dripping down upon her shirt Well, call me dumb or call me clever Oh, but she looks prettier than ever With the way my dirty mind seems to work Well, I hear her heels Coming round the corner She's wearing her knee-high boots She's been dancing the waltz With the devil on this Rainy afternoon Well, darlin', put that dagger down And put your pistol up Well, I'd play which chamber holds a round If I weren't so down on luck