New Minglewood Blues

I was born in a desert, raised in a lion’s den
I was born in a desert, raised in a lion’s den
Well, well, my number one occupation
Is stealing women from their men
Well, I’m a wanted man in Texas, busted jail and I’m gone for good
Yes, I’m a wanted man in Texas, busted jail and I’m gone for good
Well, now, the sheriff couldn’t catch me
But his little girl sure wished she would
You know she wished she would
Well now, the doctor call me crazy, sometimes I am, sometimes I ain’t
You say the doctor call me crazy, sometimes I am, sometimes I ain’t
You say the preacher man call me a sinner, but his little girl call me a saint
'Cause I was born in a desert, raised in a lion’s den
Yes, I was born in a desert, raised in a lion’s den
Well, well, my number one occupation
Is stealing women from their men
Now do it, do it again
Yes, I was born in a desert, raised in a lion’s den
Yes, I was born in a desert, raised in a lion’s den
Well, my number one occupation
Is stealing women from their men
Do it again
Well, my number one occupation
Is stealing women from their men