Daddys Little Pumpkin Lyrics by John Prine

Daddys Little Pumpkin Lyrics

    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.

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