Daddy`s Little Pumpkin — текст песни (John Prine)

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
Why it`s quarter past eleven
And you`re sleeping on the bedroom floor

I can see the fire burning
Burning right behind your eyes
I can see the fire burning
Burning right behind your eyes
You must of swallowed a candle
Or some other kind of surprise

I`m going down to Memphis
I got three hundred dollars in cash
I`m going down to Memphis
I got three hundred dollars in cash
All the women in Memphis
Want to see how long my money will last

I`m going downtown
I`m gonna to rattle somebody`s cage

I`m going 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 coming
Don`t tell her that her daddy`s in jail
If you see my baby coming
Don`t you 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
You never do nothing
To save your doggone soul.