Additional verses I used to hear from a hot little jug band back in Houston in the '60s:

I know a pretty gal,
Just about my height and size.
She's a married woman,
Comes to see me sometimes.

and

My life's a vicious circle,
Day after day;
I just smoke cigarettes
And clean a dirty ashtray.

Don't know where that last one came from...a toss-in of oblique sophomoric philosophy or sumpin'...

But, thanks, Trapper, for the smile -- haven't thought of that in ages. That group used to make Sand Mountain rock!

Sarah