I got three women Red, blonde, and brunette It took a digital photograph To pick which one I like I'm lonely at night But I stay up until the break of day How come I gotta have a woman To blow these blues away? Lordy lord I got one in California And one back in Detroit But my woman in Nashville Cashes the bottle with her daddy All night She hauled my ashes But she took 'em too far away She says she loves her daddy But only when he's got bills to pay Lordy lord Well I wish I could tell you Just what my three women do But if I open my mouth Well, that'll be three women That I lose And I know what you're thinking What gives me the right? Yeah I know what you're thinking But what gives YOU the right? Well these women must be Getting something 'Cause they come and see me Every night Lordy lord