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.
