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It was a cold and cruel evenin' sneaking up on Speedy Creek

I found myself sleepin' in the snow

For one or two odd reasons I ain't too proud to repeat

For now we'll say I had no place to go

It was a rustle and a hummin'

Just a haulin' down the street

I drew myself up from my icy bed

Painted on that shiny car

The letters R, C, M and P

I could feel a little achin' in my head

And then out jumps this ol' boy about twice the size of me

He asked me for my name and where I dwelt

I just looked him in the eye and sang "Blue yodel number nine"

He didn't catch the reference I could tell

And then the old familiar click

And the handcuffs bindin' grip

He should have left me in the snow where I lay

He just laughed and touched his gun

And turnin' to me he said

"Son, I bet you don't own a damn thing to your name"

Well, I got my health, my John B. Stetson

Got a bottle full of Baby's Blue Bird wine

And I left my stash somewhere down in Preston

Along with 13 silver dollars and my mind

Well, I got my health, my John B. Stetson

Got me a bottle full of Baby's Blue Bird wine

And I left my stash somewhere down in Preston

Along with 13 silver dollars and my mind