Round about here in the Texas sun

We say "One day at a time and don't kill anyone"

But I got a little problem and it's growing inside

Way down yonder underneath my pride

I sold that away so long ago

In the back of a truck down in El Paso

I never even learned his Christian name

But I heard him calling Jesus just the same

Now I'm in a pickle and I'm in a bad way

Can't keep the thing could never give it away

Me and that boy shoulda never been

I wanna get it done, but I know it's a sin

Desperate mama desperate mama

Got a lot of worries not a whole lot more

I'm praying to God but I swear he's blind

Got me looking for a reason or a simple sign

Can't be living with myself now either way

It ain't what you have it's what you're giving away

Now I'm in a pickle and I'm in a bad way

Can't keep the thing could never give it away

Me and that boy shoulda never been

I wanna get it done, but I know it's a sin

Desperate mama desperate mama

Got a lot of worries not a whole lot more

I found a way it won't hurt I'm told

Gonna meet my maker before I grow old

I love you Papa and to all my friends:

Don't you do what I done this is how it ends

I was in a pickle I was in a bad way

Couldn't keep the thing and couldn't give it away

Me and that boy shoulda never been

I had to get it done but I know it's a sin

Desperate mama desperate mama

She don't worry 'bout a thing no more

Desperate mama desperate mama

She don't worry 'bout a thing no more