Oh me, oh my-o
Robbed at gunpoint in Ohio
And now I'm gone to Louisiana
With a bullet-proof bandana

Oh-oh-oh oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh

I felt a little older, child support
And a mortgage on my shoulder
A nasty little high dollar habit
I'm gonna lose my arm
Before I pull out the rabbit

Oh-oh-oh oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh

I had an inclination
Instead of draggin' it out
I'd take a permanent vacation
But when I, I lined up to talk to God
I kinda didn't like the looks
Of the firing squad

Oh-oh-oh oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh

I gotta a friend in Dallas
Got dirty little fingers
But his house is like a palace
He said, "there's something
You should know that I know:
A man can make a decent living
Off-a suckers in Ohio"

Oh-oh-oh oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh