Well, I’d rather see you dead, little girl,
Than to be with another man.
You better keep your head, little girl,
Or you won’t know where I am.

You better run for your life if you can, little girl;
Hide your head in the sand, little girl;
Catch you with another man,
That’s the end, little girl.

Well, you know that I’m a wicked guy
And I was born with a jealous mind
And I can’t spend my whole life tryin’
Just to make you tow the line.

You better run for your life if you can, little girl;
Hide your head in the sand, little girl;
Catch you with another man,
That’s the end, little girl.

Let this be a sermon,
I mean everything I’ve said.
Baby, I’m determined
That I’d rather see you dead.

You better run for your life if you can, little girl;
Hide your head in the sand, little girl;
Catch you with another man,
That’s the end, little girl.

I’d rather see you dead, little girl,
Than to be with another man.
You better keep your head, little girl,
Or you won’t know where I am.

You better run for your life if you can, little girl;
Hide your head in the sand, little girl;
Catch you with another man,
That’s the end, little girl.

Na, na, na.
Na, na, na.
Na, na, na.