I went up to a lady's house
To bum a bite to eat
She fed me on some pork and beans
And pie, I called it sweet
She says, "Now, Bill
I sure did feed you good
Will you walk out in my backyard
And chop a stick of wood?"

You ain't talkin' to me
No you ain't a-talkin' to me
I may be crazy and all like that
But I got good sense, you see
You ain't talkin' to me
No you ain't a-talkin' to me
You fed me good but I can't cut wood
And you ain't a-talkin' to me

Now me and my wife has ups and downs
All throughout married life
Said to me one day, "Bill
Let's stop these scars and strife"
We went out upon the lake
One evening just about dusk
Said, "Now we'll drown ourselves
No one to grieve for us"

You ain't a-talkin' to me
No you ain't talkin' to me
I may be crazy and all like that
But I got good sense, you see
You ain't a-talkin' to me
No you ain't a-talkin' to me
When the lake goes dry it's time to die
And you ain't talkin' to me

Copyright: Bluewater Music Corp.
Writer(s): CHARLIE POOLE, NORMAN WOODLIEFF