Well somethin' keeps a tappin' on the window over there Wind is blowin' colder we should [?] no longer prayer And as I dream about girl I left down in the willow grove The kettle starts to whistle on the stove I put my knife on it I got excited Somebody stop me I wanna bite it God help me, Satan behind me, dig another hole in the ground And hang me for hangin' around Well, you might think me wicked, but I'm not the only guy You know there's plenty in this bar here done worser things that I Considerin' the past of that girl your hittin' on You better get yer pistol outta pawn I put my knife on it I got excited Somebody stop me I wanna bite it God help me, Satan behind me, dig another hole in the ground Hang me for hangin' around When I'm called upon to reckon I'll beg the mercy of the Lord Yeah I bet every single thing I've done I did when I was bored So let the wind take the skins let the sun bleach the bones Let the river wash the blood off of His stones I put my knife on it I got excited Somebody stop me I wanna bite it God help me, Satan behind me, dig another hole in the ground And hang me for hangin' around Yeah and hang me for hangin' around