Lyrics:

You must be daddy's little pumpkin I can tell by the way you roll You must be daddy's little pumpkin I can tell by the way you roll Why it's quarter past eleven And you're sleeping on the bedroom floor I can see the fire burning Burning right behind your eyes I can see the fire burning Burning right behind your eyes You must of swallowed a candle Or some other kind of surprise I'm going down to Memphis I got three hundred dollars in cash I'm going down to Memphis I got three hundred dollars in cash All the women in Memphis Want to see how long my money will last I'm going downtown I'm gonna to rattle somebody's cage I'm going downtown I'm gonna rattle somebody's cage I'm gonna beat on my guitar And strut all around the stage If you see my baby coming Don't tell her that her daddy's in jail If you see my baby coming Don't you tell her that her daddy's in jail She'd sell her little pumpkin just to raise Her sweet daddy's bail You must be daddy's little pumpkin I can tell by the way you roll You must be daddy's little pumpkin I can tell by the way you roll You never do nothing To save your doggone soul.