Joe, posting a CLEAN version of "Down in the Lehigh Valley" is a terrible blow to American folklore.

I won't try to reproduce the whole thing...but the proper first two verses are:

Let me sit down a minute, as stone got in my shoe.
Don't you commence your cursin', I ain't done nothin' to you.
Once I was young and handsome, had plenty o' cash and clothes.
That was before I got to tipplin', and the gin got in my nose.

It was down in the Lehigh Valley, in the spring of '92,
I was pimpin' in a whorehouse, and a mighty fine one too.....

and the final stanza is:

...and I'll hunt the runt that stole my c***,
if it takes 'till judgment day.

Peter