Under constant waiting and all the wealth that you've known she's standing there, in her apron. You're standing in the road. And she went off to the showgirl that piece of paper in her hand she had come to tell the governor, to turn loose of her man. When you wake up in the morning, you hear that ding dong ring, and all the words hit the table you see the same damn thing. If you ever go to Houston, you'd better watch your behind you'd better not stumble and you'd better not fight for the police will arrest you and then they'll carry you on down you can bet your bottom dollar that you're penitentiary bound. Under constant waiting and all the wealth that you've known is standing there in her apron (And you're standing in the damn road)