It was a cold and cruel evening, sneaking up on Speedy Creek.

I found myself a sleeping in the snow

For one or two odd reasons I ain't too proud to repeat

For now we'll say I had no place to go There was a rustling and a humming

Just a-hauling down the street I drew myself up from my seat bed

Paint it on that shiny car, the letters RCMNP.

I can feel a little aching in my head.

And then I jumps this old boy by the twice the size of me

He asked me for my name and where I dwell.

I just looked him in the eye and sang Blue Yodel No.

You didn't catch the reference I could tell Then the old familiar click

In the handcuffs, barn and crib, you should have left me in the snow where I lay.

He just laughed and touched his gun and turned to me, he said,

I bet she don't own a damn thing, do you, mate?

Well, I got my help.

John B. Stetson Got a bottle full of baby's bluebird wine

And I left my stash somewhere down in Preston Along with thirteen silver dollars in my mind

Well, I got my help with Don B. Stetson.

Got me a bottle full of baby's bluebird wine And I left my stash

Somewhere down in Preston.

Along with thirteen silver dollars in my mind.