Lyrics:

I was born in a desert
Raised in a lion's den
I was born in a desert
Raised in a lion's den
Well well, my number one occupation
Is stealing women from their men


(next 3 verses sung in '60s and early '70s)

If you're ever in Memphis
Better stop by Minglewood
If you're ever in Memphis
Better stop by Minglewood
Well take a walk down town
The women sure look good

If you can't believe me
Don't make it hard to believe in you
If you can't believe me
Don't make it hard to believe in you
'Cause we all need each other
Well you know it's true

I was born in a desert
Raised in a lion's den
I was born in a desert
Raised in a lion's den
Well my number one occupation
Is stealing women from their men


(following verses sung in mid '70s and later)

Well, I'm a wanted man in Texas
Busted jail and I'm gone for good
Yes, I'm a wanted man in Texas
Busted jail and I'm gone for good
Well well, the sheriff couldn't catch me
But his little girl sure wished she would

Now, the doctor call me crazy
Some says I am some says I ain't
Yes and the doctor call me crazy
Some says I am some says I ain't
Yes and the preacher man call me a sinner
But his little girl call me a saint

Well, a couple of shots of whiskey
Women 'round here start looking good
Yes and a couple of shots of whiskey
Women 'round here start looking good
Couple more shots of whiskey
I'm going down to Minglewood

Yes, I was born in a desert
Raised in a lion's den
I was born in a desert
Raised in a lion's den
Yes and my number one occupation
Is stealing women from their men
And I'll do it, do it again

Yes and my number one occupation
Is stealing women from their men

I was born in a desert
Raised in a lion's den
I was born in a desert
Raised in a lion's den


(additional live verse)

It's T for Texas
Yes and it's T for Timbuktu
It's T for Texas
Yes and it's T for Timbuktu
Yes and it's T for [insert city name]
Where the little girls know what to do