This is a morbid story about a fella that had to die He had a beautiful wife but he also had a roving eye
She planted him by the roadside She planted him by the roadside She planted him by the roadside For all the unfaithful husbands to see
Come let me tell you the story Of little Willie the Troubador And just how it happened to pass my friends Little Willie won't see no more
You know why? She planted him by the roadside She planted him by the roadside She planted him by the roadside For all the unfaithful husbands to see
Willie was handsome as he could be He met a girl in society Thin Willie was cursed with a rovin' eye And never let a pretty chick pass by
So he bought himself a convertible bird To ride the fine chicks around He found out he was being followed So he could never let the top down
You know what happened to him? She planted him by the roadside She planted him by the roadside She planted him by the roadside For all the unfaithful husbands to see
If he drove a girl to a drive-in He'd have to go after dark He knew he'd always have to hide So he'd wind up sitting in the park
She caught him down by the water Lovin' the fisherman's daughter She pulled a little pistol from right out of the air And shot poor Willie right then and there
She planted him by the roadside She planted him by the roadside She planted him by the roadside For all the unfaithful husbands to see