[Verse 1]
I got a black widow spider for Mama, Lord
Got a diamondback rattler for Pa
Well, I got me a woman down in New Orleans
Got a friend in Arkansas

[Chorus]
Got a mornin' full of make-believe
Got an evenin' full of time
I got the hands, pretty lady, gonna make you grieve
Lovin' gonna make you mine

[Verse 2]
Ain't never seen your town before
And I won't be back again
Oh, I need me a place to hide my face
From the howlin' of the wind

[Chorus]
I got the blues sewn into my jacket sleeve
Got a goatskin full of wine
I got the hands, pretty lady, gonna make you grieve
And the lovin' gonna make you mine

[Verse 3]
So light the lantern above your door
And hold your curtains wide
Take the ribbon from your hair
And lay it by your side
[Chorus]
And I ain't lookin' for a lie to believe
My own'll do me fine
I got the hands, pretty lady, gonna make you grieve
And the lovin' gonna make you mine
Oh, I got the hands, pretty lady, gonna make you grieve
The lovin' gonna make you mine
Well, I got the hands, pretty lady, gonna make you grieve
The lovin' gonna make you mine
Well, I got the hands, pretty lady, gonna make you grieve