My name is David Wilcox
I am the high sheriff of Hell
My name is David Wilcox
I am the high sheriff of Hell
And where I go when I die nobody can tell
I woke up this morning
Saw trouble walking like a man
I woke up this morning
I saw trouble walking like a man
And I said, «Hello trouble give me your right hand.»
Now I could’a had religion
On this very day
But the women and the whisky around me woul not
Let me pray
Oh now the blues ain’t nothin’ but low down shakin’ chill
Well if you ain’t never had ’em
I sure hope you never will