Lyrics:

I got a roundhouse right, got a straight razor in my boot
I got a roundhouse right, got a straight razor in my boot
I got a pocket full of money, honey, ain't nothin' I can't do
Come on over here, mama, gonna love you 'til the cows come home
Get on over here, honey, gonna love you 'til the cows come home, girl
'Til the cotton's all picked and the hay is in every barn

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