Under constant waitin' And all the wealth that you've known She's standing there in her apron You're standing in the road And she went off to the showgirl That piece of paper in her hand She had come to tell the governor To turn loose of her man When you wake up in the morning You hear that ding-dong ring And all the words hit the table You see the same damn thing If you ever go to Houston You better watch your behind Well, you'd better not stumble And you better not fight For the police will arrest you And then they'll carry you on down You can bet your bottom dollar That you're penitentiary bound Under constant waitin' And all the world that you've known She's standing there in her apron You're standing in the damn road