Mr. Turnkey, it's ten pm in Wichita Falls August sixteen, nineteen-sixty-nine and I'm in some bar Mr. Turnkey, I need a woman and I'm ain't getting far I never was the kind of man a woman looked for
But Mr Turnkey, she looked at me with flirting eyes Mr. Turnkey, she was loveier than oil lights Mr. Turnkey, she led me on, she led me on, She knew she wasn't going to let me love her
Mr. Turnkey, I'm forced that girl in Wichita Falls Mr. Turnkey, I'm sitting here crying in my coveralls Mr. Turnkey, I don't want to be the man I am Mr. Turnkey, I'm calling from block number four Mr. Turnkey, you ain't never seen nothing like this before Mr. Turnkey, I've nailed my left wrist to your wall, I'm going home
Mr. Turnkey, I'm calling from block number four Mr. Turnkey, I ain't got the strength for call once more Mr. Turnkey, I'm crying, hanging here dying Tell her I'm sorry