i seen ya in your red room laughin'

with your shinin' coffee can

so many wrongs all kinds a goins on

held my head an ran

but i hid and did a bit more lookin'

saw ya dancin' on the pine porch creakin'

mouth open an doors down wide

here's what was inside

i seen what i saw

an these things i do are wrong, that's all

an these tales i tales i tell are tall

then i climbed up on the big horse strapin'

put the spur down to blood

he took off 16 horses strong

left me lyin' in mud

an there i sit until the sun's up shinin'

yes an black stands my ride

twenty hands high

an watchin' spookeyed

my hands on his side