Thanks to Paul Mills:

Don't Have Much To Say Willie P. Bennett

Well I ain't Gene McLellan, Alice Cooper or John Prine
Hard enough just to be myself half the time
But I still like to see my baby when I get home at the end of the day
She asks me why I don't say much; I tell her, "Cause I don't have much to say."

Well, I don't know, I guess I like snow,
But it's better in the winter time
When it comes in the summer my friends always wonder
Why my nose is numb all the time.

Well I took this day for ramblin' I got into a gamblin' game
Didn't have much luck, took a walk outside and a rich woman called my name
She said, "Hey Willie, won'tcha come in and spend the night with me?
I'm so lonely; you're the only one who can set me free."

Well, I don't know, I guess I like beds but I think I like it better
When my head's at the other end
And I don't know 'bout all these people walkin' around
Crossin' their legs, thinkin' they've got something to defend
Well, everybody's got to bend.