Lyrics:

Got a roundhouse right, got a straight razor in my shoe
Got a roundhouse right, got a straight razor in my shoe
Got a pocket full of money, honey, ain't nothin' I can't do

Come on over here, mama, gonna love you till the cows come home
Come on over here, mama, gonna love you till the cows come home
Till the cotton's all picked and the hay is in every barn

My woman she fancies a heart and the right kind too
My woman she fancies a heart and the right kind too
I know she'd love to do the same with you

Come on over here mama, gonna love you till the cows come home
Get on over here honey, gonna love you till the cows come home
Till the cotton's all picked and the hay is in every barn

Play that old piano like it's never been played before
Play that old piano like it's never been played before
When you get through pickin', let me have it all over some more