John Prine — Daddys 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