Now you put it in a poke, tie it with a rope, drag it off like a log, stick it in a sack, throw it on your back, or you feed it to your old hound dog, 
Caause I don't want it, well there ain't no doubt. 
Your love is one thing 
I don't care, a dog gone thing about. 
Well I can't forget, the day we met, how you thriled me through and through 
But I seen the light, and what a sight, oh what did 
I see in you 
No I don't want it, well there ain't no doubt, 
Your love is one thing 
I don't care, a dog gone thing about. 
Guitar Solo 
Well your love's grown cold, go dig a hole, throw it in and cover it up, 
Or pit in hock, in some pawn shop, cause gal 
I've had enough, 
No I don't want it, well there ain't no doubt, 
Your love is one thing 
I don't care, a dog gone thing about. 
If I step on your toes and, that's the way it goes, you'll have to beg my pardon, 
But you've got a face that ain't got no place, except in someone's gardon, 
And I don't want it, , well there ain't no doubt, 
Your love is one thing 
I don't care, a dog gone thing about.