You've got a hatchet under your pillow baby you've got'n ice pick in your hand

You've got a hatchet under your pillow baby ice pick in your hand

The best thing you better do is find you another man

You've got a shotgun in the corner blackjack under your bed

You've got a shotgun in the corner blackjack under your bed

But you will never catch me sleep I know you wants to whip my head

You put lye salt in my gravy black potash in my tea

You put lye salt in my gravy black potash in my tea

But I fed it to your man baby instead of me

That's the very reason why you've been so mean to me

That's the very reason why you've been so mean to me

Tryin' to steal my life to have your ol' "used to be "

Baby I give you my money I even let you run aroun'

Even give you my money still let you to mess around

But you undoubtedly is the roughest little broad in town