歌词
There's no more taters
The frost done killed the vine
The frost done killed the vine
There's ain't no more good times
With that gal of mine
I ain't never loved, lord
And I hoped I never will
And I hoped I never will
For that desperate proposition
Will sure get a good man killed
Whoa oh oh whoa hooh hoo hoo
Whoa oh oh whoa hooh hoo hoo
That desperate proposition
Will sure get a good man killed
I got twelve little puppies
Ten big shaggy hounds
Ten big shaggy hounds
And that's all I need to
Track my little gal down
Whoa oh oh whoa hooh hoo hoo
Whoa oh oh whoa hooh hoo hoo
And that's all I need to
Track my little gal down
There's no more taters
The frost done killed the vine
The frost done killed the vine
There's ain't no more good times
With that gal of mine