Something has taught me   Karma has rolled me   God is a Commie   Sweet Jesus told me   Says if you lost him   To please send a basket   And fire your musket   Over my casket      Roll out the stretcher   And make me feel better   For what is bad, don’t be glad   And what is worse, I’m the nurse      Baby, don’t you give me   Your words of sweet whiskey   Your southern drawl crawling   Over me quickly   You see I’ve been lied to   Laughed at and cried to   But I’ll no longer   Twisted and tied to      So Roll out the stretcher   And make me feel better   For what is bad, don’t be glad   And what is worse, I’m the nurse      Sweet road out yonder   No, I have gone her   So teach me no lesson   And call when you wanna   Sweet whores, I’ve employed   To lay me some wisdom   They says know, what you want and   Just ask to receive them      Roll out the stretcher   And make me feel better   For what is bad, don’t be glad   And what is worse, I’m the nurse      For what is bad, don’t be glad   And what is worse, I’m the nurse