Daddy's 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

It’s quarter past eleven

And you’re sleeping on the bedroom floor

I can feel the fire burning

Burning right behind your eyes

Feel the fire burning

Burning right behind your eyes

You must’ve swallowed a candle

Or some other kind of surprise

I’m going down to Memphis

I got three hundred dollars in cash

Goin’ down to Memphis

I got three hundred dollars in cash

All the women in Memphis

Gonna see how long my money can last

I’m going down to Memphis

Gonna rattle somebody’s cage

I’m going down to Memphis

Gonna rattle somebody’s cage

I’m gonna beat on my guitar

And strut all around the stage

You must be daddy’s little pumpkin

I can tell by the way you roll

And if you see my baby coming

Don’t tell her that her daddy’s in jail

Ah you’d sell 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

Daddy’s little pumpkin

I can tell by the way you roll

You never do nothing

Just to save your goddamn soul