I used to smoke in the morning A three feet high reefer I used to smoke in the morning A three feet high reefer And all my friends They call me the Viper
And once the sergeant caught me With my reefer in my hand Yeah once the sergeant caught me With my reefer in my hand But please, Lord, believe me I did not kill a man
Cos I don't use The needle or cocaine No I don't use The needle or cocaine So please, Lord, release me Cos I am not your man
But the judge told me It's like booming a bank Yes the judge told me It's like booming a bank So I said, Lord, I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be your man
I rolled my three feet high reefer And blew the smoke at his head I rolled my three feet high reefer And blew the smoke at his head Cos if I had to go to jail I'll get him mad in his brain
But the judge shed a big hot tear On to the window pane But the judge shed a big hot tear On to the window pane Took a one last sniff And got high up in the air Took a one last sniff And got high up in the air
Me and my babe went to the show I and babe went to the show Did we sit on the end? no 'cause a fallen girl was in the very front row
She got real lace curtains on her door She got brussels carpets on the floor But she don't wear no silk or lace No, lords, she don't wear no corsetwaist
So love me sweet, my dear sweet lucy Love me sweet, my pretty baby Love me sweet, baby sweet lucy Love me sweet, pretty baby
Now babe's gone'n I won't come home Now babe's gone'n I won't come home Or with my clothes all wrinkled And my hair ain't sittin' just right in the middle
She makes me want things I never had She makes me want things I never had Baby, there's too many things I never had And too many things I will never have
And you're the best that it is And I need you baby, please 'cause you're the best that it is And I need you in all my biz
Me and my babe went to the show I and babe went to the show Did we sit on the end? no 'cause a fallen girl was in the very front row
She got real lace curtains on her door She got brussels carpets on the floor But she don't wear no silk or lace No, lords, she don't wear no corsetwaist
So love me sweet, my dear sweet lucy Love me sweet, my pretty baby Love me sweet, baby sweet lucy Love me sweet, pretty baby
Now babe's gone'n I won't come home Now babe's gone'n I won't come home Or with my clothes all wrinkled And my hair ain't sittin' just right in the middle
She makes me want things I never had She makes me want things I never had Baby, there's too many things I never had And too many things I will never have
And you're the best that it is And I need you baby, please 'cause you're the best that it is And I need you in all my biz
Me and my babe went to the show I and babe went to the show Did we sit on the end? no 'cause a fallen girl was in the very front row
She got real lace curtains on her door She got brussels carpets on the floor But she don't wear no silk or lace No, lords, she don't wear no corsetwaist
So love me sweet, my dear sweet lucy Love me sweet, my pretty baby Love me sweet, baby sweet lucy Love me sweet, pretty baby
Now babe's gone'n I won't come home Now babe's gone'n I won't come home Or with my clothes all wrinkled And my hair ain't sittin' just right in the middle
She makes me want things I never had She makes me want things I never had Baby, there's too many things I never had And too many things I will never have
And you're the best that it is And I need you baby, please 'cause you're the best that it is And I need you in all my biz