Why I married me a bad girl, tell you the reason why
  Bad girls will even do things on the sly
  Look for your supper to be good and hot
  She never even put a stew bone in the pot
    She's on the road again, sure as you're born
  Natural born easy on the road again
    Friend come by, say looking for his hat
  Wants to know where your husband's at
  I don't know, he's on his way to the pen
  Come on pretty mama, let's get on the road again
    Went to my house the front door was locked
  Went 'round to my window, but my window was locked
  Jumped right back, shook my head,
  Big old rounder in my folding bed
  Jumped into the window, broke the glass
  Never seen that little rounder run so fast
    Come on pretty mama, let's get on the road again