Oh, Lord I wish I had never been stoned,
'Cause when I get high I can't leave the women alone.
Omaha sheriff and his boys getting' ready for slaughter,
Lookin' for the man who turned on the mayor's daughter.
Omaha honey had a hold on a hell of a thing,
Down in the holler ev'ry evenin' you could hear her sing,
She said a funky butt showed me the Tulsa Turnaround,
Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down,
Fit me like a hand in a glove, taught me how to love, y'all.
Five miles o' road between me and the hounds,
Rosey throat sheriff and his deputies are trackin'me down.
But I wish I was back in Macon takin' it easy
'But if a man's gonna eat fried chicken he's gotta get a-greasy.
Omaha honey had a hold on a hell of a thing,
Down in the holler ev'ry evenin' you could hear her sing,
She said a funky butt showed me the Tulsa Turnaround,
Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down,
Fit me like a hand in a glove, taught me how to love, ya'll.
Omaha honey had a hold on a hell of a thing,
Down in the holler ev'ry evenin' you could hear her sing,
She said a funky butt showed me the Tulsa Turnaround,
Stepped on my toes, turned me on then turned me down,
Fit me like a hand in a glove, taught me how to love, ya'll.
