Daddy's Little Pumpkin

You must be daddy’s little pumpkin
I can tell by the way you roll
You must be daddy’s little pumpkin
I can tell by the way you roll
Well, it’s quarter past eleven
And you’re sleeping on the bedroom floor
I can see the fire burning
Burning right behind your eyes
I can see the fire burning
Baby, burning right behind your eyes
You must have swallowed a candle
Or some other kind of surprise
I’m going down to Memphis
Got three hundred dollars in cash
Yeah, I’m going down to Memphis
Got three hundred dollars in cash
All the women in Memphis
Gonna see how long my money will last
Well, I’m going downtown
Gonna rattle somebody’s cage
Yeah, I’m going downtown
I’m gonna rattle somebody’s cage
I’m gonna beat on my guitar
And strut all around the stage
If you see my baby coming
Don’t you tell her that her daddy’s in jail
If you see my baby coming
Don’t tell her that her daddy’s in jail
She’d sell her little pumpkin
Just to raise her sweet daddy’s bail
You must be daddy’s little pumpkin
I can tell by the way you roll
You must be daddy’s little pumpkin
I can tell by the way you roll
Well, you never do nothing
To save your doggone soul