Mister Turnkey It's ten p.m. in Wichita Falls Mister Turnkey August sixteen, ninteen sixty-nine And I'm in some bar Mister Turnkey I need a woman and I ain't getting far I never was the kind of man a woman looked for But Mister Turnkey She looked at me with flirtin' eyes Mister Turnkey She was lovelier than oil lights Mister Turnkey She led me on, she led me on She know she wasn't going to let me love her Mister Turnkey I forced that girl in Wichita Falls Mister Turnkey I'm sittin' here cryin' in coveralls Mister Turnkey Don't want to be the man I am Mister Turnkey I'm a-hollering from block number four Mister Turnkey It ain't never seen nothing like this before Mister Turnkey I've nailed my left wrist to your wall I'm going home Mister Turnkey I'm sheltering from block number four Mister Turnkey I ain't go the strength to call once more Mister Turnkey I'm crying hanging here dying Tell her I'm sorry.