Why I married me a bad girl, tell you the reason why   Bad girls will even do things on the sly   Look for your supper to be good and hot   She never even put a stew bone in the pot      She's on the road again, sure as you're born   Natural born easy on the road again      Friend come by, say looking for his hat   Wants to know where your husband's at   I don't know, he's on his way to the pen   Come on pretty mama, let's get on the road again      Went to my house the front door was locked   Went 'round to my window, but my window was locked   Jumped right back, shook my head   Big old rounder in my folding bed   Jumped into the window, broke the glass   Never seen that little rounder run so fast      Come on pretty mama, let's get on the road again