[Verse 1]
When I turned twelve, papa said
“Little woman, better get yourself a wife
‘Cause you’re too mean for a man
To clean up your life
And if she’s the devil
You know she’ll be your friend”

[Verse 2]
When I turned thirteen
I spat in my papa’s eye
Took off to find my man
‘Cause I couldn’t find a wife

[Bridge 1]
And I spread-eagled in a lot of towns
I couldn’t find no man to lay me down
They were so busy a-cock-a-doodle-doin’
But they still couldn’t nail me down

[Verse 3]
So I grew up lonesome
Knowing there’d be no man
Or woman to get me going
Through this life
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