Michaela, I'm sorry. I spent up all your money   On a hooker in Memphis. She bore a strong resemblance   To your sister, and I remember everything that she wore:   Just hot pants, and high boots, and not much more   But if you forgive me, I swear that I'll remember   Everything about you      Michaela, I'm sorry. I wrecked your old jalopy   I was running from a hooker who said I owed her money   And I guess I got going a little too fast   I was drunk and got confused between the brake and the gas   But if you forgive me, I swear that I will buy you something   Clean and new      Michaela, I'm, sorry, but I got thrown in prison   On account of the hooker was really a policeman   And the judge was mean. He threw the book at me   Now I'm out on parole, but I can't leave Tennessee   But if you forgive me, I swear that I will ever be   Kind and true      Michaela, now I realize you probably found some other guy   And I ain't got a leg to stand on   But I came down here to buy a ring, and thought I'd have a final fling   It just took a little longer than I'd planned on      So now Junior, tell your mama I'm really very sorry   About Memphis and the hooker, about her old jalopy   But I'll buy her that ring. I'll make my amends   If she can find it in her heart to send   Some money. Michaela, I spent up all your money