The Troubador

This is a morbid story 'bout a fellow that had to die
He had a beautiful wife but he also had a rovin' eye
She planted him by the roadside
She planted him by the roadside
She planted him by the roadside
For all the unfaithful husbands to see
Come let me tell you the story
Of little Willie, the Troubadour
And just how it happened to pass, my friend
Little Willie won’t sing no more
(You know why?)
She planted him by the roadside
She planted him by the roadside
She planted him by the roadside
For all the unfaithful husbands to see
Willie was handsome as he could be
He met a gal in society
Then Willie was cursed with a rovin' eye
And never let a pretty chick pass by
So he bought himself a Convertible Bird
To ride the fine chicks around
He found out he was being followed
So he could never let the top down
(Know what happened to him?)
She planted him by the roadside
She planted him by the roadside
She planted him by the roadside
For all the unfaithful husbands to see
If he drove a girl to a drive-in
He’d have to go after dark
He knew he always had to hide
So he’d wind up sitting in the park
She caught him down by the water
Loving the fisherman’s daughter
She pulled her little pistol from right out of the air
And shot poor Willie right then and there
She planted him by the roadside
She planted him by the roadside
She planted him by the roadside
For all the unfaithful husbands to see