Once I married a tattooed lady
Twas on a dark and windy day
And tattooed all around her body
Was a man of the good ol' USA
And every night before I'd go to sleep
I'd jerk back the covers and I'd take a peak:
Upon her leg was Minnesota,
On her knee was Tennessee,
And tattooed on her back
Was good old Rack-em-Sack (Arkansas)
The place where I long to be.
And on her (wolf whistle) was West Virginia
Through those hills I just love to roam around;
But when I saw the moonlight on her Mississippi
That's when I recognized my home sweet home.