Once I married a tattooed lady Twas on a dark and windy day And tattooed all around her body Was a man of the good ol' USA And every night before I'd go to sleep I'd jerk back the covers and I'd take a peak: Upon her leg was Minnesota, On her knee was Tennessee, And tattooed on her back Was good old Rack-em-Sack (Arkansas) The place where I long to be. And on her (wolf whistle) was West Virginia Through those hills I just love to roam around; But when I saw the moonlight on her Mississippi That's when I recognized my home sweet home.