Well he's a poker-playing alligator

Tattoed, earrings bar[?]

Likes his whiskey on the rocks

But the claws on his toes always tear his socks

He said, them ragtime troubles, I've had em

One time when I was seventeen and [sadder?]

All the Joes used to call me fat

But I'm all grew up and my now jaws go clap

Don't let the bad times bring you down

One day you'll outgrow town

Well he's playing stud with the big, bad horses

Got arms like [?] and his voice is coarse

He likes his bourbon nice and neat

But he can't wear socks cause he ain't got feet

He said, them ragtime troubles, I've had em

One time when I was seventeen and [sadder?]

All the does laughed behind my back

But I grew bigger than the whole damn pack

Don't let the bad times bring you down

One day you'll outgrow the town

Come on boy, if you're feeling blue

Let it roll and do as you do

I don't know what'll happen to you

But I'm sure you're the man to fill the shoes

[Funny?] feet, everybody's got em

Troubles, too, you know we all got em

So let it roll, sing with me now

And show everybody what they don't know, ha!

Don't let the bad times bring you down

One day you'll outgrow the town

One day you'll outgrow the town