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
Heres what was inside
I seen what I saw
An these things I do are wrong, thats 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 suns up shinin
Yes an black stands my ride
Twenty hands high
An watchin spookeyed
My hands on his side