PSYCHO
(Leon Payne)
George Jones - 1969
Jack Kittel - 1973
Elvis Costello & The Attractions - 1981
Beasts Of Bourbon - 1984
Teddy Thompson (feat. in the re-make of the film "Psycho") - 1998
The Western Caravan featuring Thirsty Dave - 2001
Also recorded by: T. Tex Edwards: Eddie Noack.
Can Mary fry some fish, Mama
I'm as hungry as can be
Oh lord, how I wish, Mama
You could stop the baby cryin' 'cause my head is killing me
I saw my ex again last night, Mama
She was at the dance at Miller's store
She was with that Jackie White, Mama
I killed them both, and they're buried under Jacob's sycamore
You think I'm psycho, don't you, Mama
I didn't mean to break your cup
You think I'm psycho, don't you, Mama
You better let 'em lock me up
Oh, don't hand me Johnny's pup, Mama
As I might squeeze him too tight
I'm havin' crazy dreams again, Mama
So let me tell you 'bout last night
I woke up in Johnny's room, Mama
Standing right there by his bed
With my hands around his throat, Mama
Wishing both of us were dead
You think I'm psycho don't you, Mama
I just killed Johnny's pup
You think I'm psycho don't you, Mama
You'd better let 'em lock me up
Oh, you recall that little girl, Mama
I believe her name was Betty Clark
Oh, don't tell me that she's dead, Mama
'Cause I just saw her in the park
We were sitting on a bench, Mama
Thinking of a game to play
Seems I was holding a wrench, Mama
Then my mind just walked away
You think I'm psycho don't you, Mama
I didn't mean to break your cup
You think I'm psycho don't you, Mama
Mama why don't you get up?
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As recorded by Beast Of Bourbon:
Can Mary fry some fish, mama
'Cause I'm as hungry as can be
Oh Lordy, how I wish, Mama
You could kep that baby quiet 'cause my head is killin' me
I saw my ex again last night, Mama
She was at the dance at Miller's store
She was with that Jackie White, Mama
I killed them both, and they're buried under Jacob's sycamore
You think I'm psycho, don't you, Mama
Mama, pour me a cup
You think I'm psycho, don't you, Mama
You better let 'em lock me up
Don't hand me Johnny's pup, Mama
'Cause I might squeeze him too tight
I'm havin' crazy dreams again, Mama
So let me tell you 'bout last night
I woke up in Johnny's room, Mama
Standin' right there by his bed
With my hands around his throat, Mama
Wishing both of us were dead
You think I'm psycho don't you, Mama
I just killed Johnny's pup
You think I'm psycho don't you, Mama
You'd better let 'em lock me up
You know that little girl next door, Mama
I believe her name was Betty Clark
Well, don't tell me she's dead, Mama
'Cause I just saw her in the park
We were sittin' on a bench, Mama
Thinking of a game to play
Seems I was holding a wrench, Mama
Then my mind just walked away
You think I'm psycho don't you, Mama
I didn't mean to break your cup
You think I'm psycho don't you, Mama
Mama why don't you get up?
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As recorded by Eddie Noack:
Can Mary fry some fish, mama
I'm as hungry as can be
Oh Lordy, how I wish, Mama
You could keep the baby quiet 'cause my head's killin' me
I seen my ex again last night, Mama
At a dance at Miller's store
She was with that Jackie White, Mama
I killed 'em both, and they're buried under Jenkin's sycamore
Don't you think I'm psycho, Mama
You can pour me a cup
If you think I'm psycho, Mama
Better let 'em lock me up
Don't hand the dog to me, Mama
I might squeeze him too tight
And I'm as nervous as can be, Mama
But let me tell you 'bout last night
I woke up in Johnny's room, Mama
Standin' right by his bed
With my hands near his throat, Mama
Wishing both of us was dead
You think I'm psycho don't you, Mama
I just killed Johnny's pup
You think I'm psycho don't you, Mama
You'd better let 'em lock me up
You know the little girl next door, Mama
I think her name is Betty Clark
Aah, don't tell me that she's dead, Mama
Why, I just seen her in the park
Shw was sittin' on a bench, Mama
Thinking up a game to play
Seems I was holdin' a wrench, Mama
Then my mind walked away
You think I'm psycho don't you, Mama
Didn't mean to break your cup
You think I'm psycho don't you, Mama
Mama, Mama, why don't you get up?
Say somethin' to me, Mama
Mama..............FADE
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Christmas version as recorded by
The Western Caravan feat. Thirsty Dave:
C'mon down off your sled, Santa
'Cause I'm feelin' low and blue
All the folks 'round here are dead, Santa
And I could use someone to talk to and it might as well be you
I been dressin' up like you, Santa
At a big department store
I met some little boys and girls, Santa
I brought 'em home and they're buried underneath my kitchen floor
You think I'm psycho, don't you, Santa
You think I'm not as good as you
If you think I'm psycho, Santa
There ain't a whole lot you can do
I turned on my radio, Santa
And I heard a big old choir
Singin' pretty Christmas songs, Santa
And it just set my brain on fire
That's my Mama over there, Santa
Don't get around much since she died
I got my stocking hung with care, Santa
Still got my Mama's leg inside
You think I'm psycho, don't you, Santa
You think that I was born to lose
If you think I'm psycho, Santa
There ain't a whole lot you can do
Oh, doncha try to leave, Santa
And don't go near the telephone
It's a lonely Christmas Eve, Santa
And you and I are here alone
They had a party down the street, Santa
They didn't want me comin' 'round
They were sittin' down to eat, Santa
And then their house burned to the ground
You think I'm psycho, don't you, Santa
I'm sorry that I broke your leg
You think I'm psycho, don't you, Santa
Santa Claus, I wanta hear you beg
Santa, talk to me
That's a good boy, Santa......FADE
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All transcriptions by Mel Priddle - November 2008)
