More verses from a Doc Watson version I recall:

I'm a hesitatin' papa in my hesitatin' shoes
Got a hesitatin' mama that I can't afford to lose.

Come here, sister, pin a rose on me,
Got a sweet-talkin' mama that I'm a-gonna see.

Sittin' in my cell with my back to the wall,
And a long-tongued mama was the cause of it all.

Rather drink muddy water, sleep in a hollow log
Than to stay right here and let you treat me like a dog.