(A.Harvey L.Collins)

Oh, Lord I wish I had never been stoned,

'Cause when I get high I can't leave those women alone.

Omaha sheriff and his boys getting' ready to slaughter,

Lookin' for the man who turned on the mayor's daughter.



Omaha honey had a hold on a hell of a thing,

Down in the holler ev'ry evenin' you could hear her sing, yeah.

You know a funky butt a-showed me the Tulsa Turnaround,

Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down,

Fit me like a hand in a glove, she taught me how to love, y'all.



Five miles o' road between me and the hounds,

A rosey throat sheriff and his deputies trackin'me down.

Wish I was back in Macon takin' it easy

'Cause when a man's gonna eat fried chicken he's a-gonna get a-greasy.



Omaha honey had a hold on a hell of a thing,

Down in the holler ev'ry evenin' you could hear her sing, yeah.

You know a funky butt a-showed me the Funky Turnaround,

Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down,

Fit me like a hand in a glove, she taught me how to love, you all.



Omaha honey had a hold on a hell of a thing, yeah

Down in the holler ev'ry evenin' you could hear her sing, yeah.

You know a funky butt showed me the Tulsa Turnaround,

Stepped on my toes, turned me on then turned me down,

Fit me like a hand in a glove, she taught me how to love, you all.