I bet my money and I lost it, Lord, it's so
The woman I love's 'bout five feet from the ground
Sugar, you catch that Katy and I'll catch that Santa Fe
Mmm, Lord, that Santa Fe
Hey, five feet from the ground
I mean the Santy, speakin' about Fe
I mean lost it, speakin' about so, now
Doggone my bad luck soul
I mean the Santy, speakin' about Fe
Well, I wanna go home, but I ain't got sufficient clothes
Doggone my bad luck soul
Mama, I can't gamble, son, why don't you quit tryin'?
Wanna go home and I ain't got sufficient clothes
Sugar, you catch the Katy, I'll catch that Santa Fe
That joker stole off with that long-haired brown of mine
Doggone my bad luck soul
Mmm, why don't you quit tryin'?
I mean sufficient, talking about clothes
Doggone my bad luck soul
It's been so long, seems like my heart's gonn' break
When you get in Denver, pretty mama, look around for me
I ain't seen my sugar, three long weeks today
Doggone my bad luck soul
Doggone my bad luck soul
I ain't seen my sugar in three long weeks today
Five feet from the, I mean ground
I'll never bet on the deuce-trey-queen no more
Three long weeks to, I mean day, girl
Mmm, lost it, ain't it so?
I'm gonna run 'cross town, catch that southbound Santa Fe
She's a tailor-made woman, she ain't no hand-me-down
Why don't you quit, I mean tryin'?
