The Last Few Threads of Love - Kenny Rogers, The First Edition

Oh Lord, I wish I had never been stoned.

'Cause when I get high I can’t leave the women alone.

Omaha Sheriff and his boys getting ready for slaughter.

Looking for the man that turned on the Mayor’s daughter.

Omaha honey had a whole lot a hell of a thing.

Down in a holler, in the evening you could hear her sing.

She said I’m funky but showed me the Tulsa Turnaround.

Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down.

Fit me like a hand in a glove.

Taught me how to love, Ya’ll.

Five miles I rode between me and the hounds.

Rosy-throated Sheriff and his Deputy are tracking me down.

Well, I wish I was back in Macon taking it easy.

But, if a man’s gonna eat fried chicken he’s gotta get greasy.

Omaha honey had a whole lot a hell of a thing.

Down in a holler, in the evening you could hear her sing.

She said I’m funky but showed me the Tulsa Turnaround.

Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down.

Fit me like a hand in a glove.

Taught me how to love, Ya’ll.

Omaha honey had a whole lot a hell of a thing.

Down in a holler, in the evening you could hear her sing.

She said I’m funky but showed me the Tulsa Turnaround.

Stepped on my toes, turned me on and turned me down.

Fit me like a hand in a glove.

Taught me how to love, Ya’ll.