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
   here's what was inside
   i seen what i saw
   an these things i do are wrong, that's 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 sun's up shinin'
   yes an black stands my ride
   twenty hands high
   an watchin' spookeyed
   my hands on his side