Daddy's Little Pumkin Songtext
von John Prine
Daddy's Little Pumkin Songtext
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 11
And you're sleepin' on the bedroom floor
I can see the fire burnin′
Burnin′ right behind your eyes
I can see the fire burnin'
Baby, burnin′ right behind your eyes
You must've swallowed a candle
Or some other kinda surprise
I′m goin' down to Memphis
Got three hundred dollars in cash
Yeah, I′m goin' down to Memphis
Got three hundred dollars in cash
All the women in Memphis
Gonna see how long my money could last
Well, I'm goin′ Downtown
Gonna rattle somebody′s cage
Yeah, I'm goin′ 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 comin′
Don't you tell her that her daddy's in jail
If you see my baby comin′
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 nothin′
To save your doggone soul
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 11
And you're sleepin' on the bedroom floor
I can see the fire burnin′
Burnin′ right behind your eyes
I can see the fire burnin'
Baby, burnin′ right behind your eyes
You must've swallowed a candle
Or some other kinda surprise
I′m goin' down to Memphis
Got three hundred dollars in cash
Yeah, I′m goin' down to Memphis
Got three hundred dollars in cash
All the women in Memphis
Gonna see how long my money could last
Well, I'm goin′ Downtown
Gonna rattle somebody′s cage
Yeah, I'm goin′ 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 comin′
Don't you tell her that her daddy's in jail
If you see my baby comin′
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 nothin′
To save your doggone soul
Writer(s): Pat Mclaughlin, John E. Prine Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com