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
It´s quarter past eleven
And you´re sleeping on the bedroom floor

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

I´m going down to Memphis
I got three hundred dollars in cash
Goin´ down to Memphis
I got three hundred dollars in cash
All the women in Memphis
Gonna see how long my money can last

I´m going down to Memphis
Gonna rattle somebody´s cage
I´m going down to Memphis
Gonna rattle somebody´s cage
I´m gonna beat on my guitar
And strut all around the stage

You must be daddy´s little pumpkin
I can tell by the way you roll
And if you see my baby coming
Don´t tell her that her daddy´s in jail
Ah you´d sell 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
Daddy´s little pumpkin
I can tell by the way you roll
You never do nothing
Just to save your goddamn soul