INTRO
You've got your pistol, ahhh-ha,you've got it drawed on me
You've got your pistol, ahhh-ha, you got it drawed one me
I'm a real sick woman, sick as I can be
GUITAR SOLO
I may get better, ahhh-ha, but I can't get well
I may get better, ahhh-ha, but I can't get well
I've got the tuberculosia [sic], and I can't get well
Tell me, rider, ahhh-ha, what make you so mean?
Tell me, rider, ahhh-ha, what make you so mean?
I asked you f' water, you gave me gasoline