Mister Turnkey, it's ten P.M. in Wichita Falls
Mister Turnkey, August sixteenth, ninteen sixty-nine and I'm in some bar
Mister Turnkey, I need a woman and I ain't getting far
I never was the kind of man a woman looked for

But Mister Turnkey, she looked at me with flirtin' eyes
Mister Turnkey, she was lovelier than oil lights
Mister Turnkey, she led me on, she led me on
She know she wasn't going to let me love her

Mister Turnkey, I forced that girl in Wichita Falls
Mister Turnkey, I'm sittin' here cryin' in coveralls
Mister Turnkey, don't want to be the man I am

Mister Turnkey, I'm a-hollering from block number four
Mister Turnkey, It ain't never seen nothing like this before
Mister Turnkey, I've nailed my left wrist to your wall
I'm going home

Mister Turnkey, I'm sheltering from block number four
Mister Turnkey, I ain't go the strength to call once more
Mister Turnkey, I'm crying
Hanging here dying
Tell her I'm sorry