Oh Miss Stacey, can I lay on your folding bed
My bottle's empty I need a place to rest my head
That child just left me, now I am in an awful stage
Oh Miss Stacey won't you let me in by your good grace

Oh Miss Stacey you see I drank a bit too much
Would you mind kindly if I take a sip from out your hutch
Then I'll be on my way, and you won't hear from me no more
Oh Miss Stacey pour me one before I hit the door

Oh Miss Stacey won't you join me for a little taste
That bottle's almost dry, I hate to see it to go to waste
Oh I’ve been thinking, if you got a little money saved
Oh Miss Stacey there's a bar up on Killer's Cave

We are getting high high high
We are getting high high high
We are getting high high high
We are getting high high high
We are getting high high high
We are getting high high high

We are getting high high high
We are getting high high high
We are getting high high high
We are getting high high high
We are getting high high high
We are getting high high high
We are getting high high high